Gemotions

The phone rang. It was her mother. Sarah stared at the blinking screen, a sense of dread pooling in her stomach. She knew what was coming. The news, the calls, the questions - it was all too much.

She answered, her voice trembling. Her mother’s concerned questions were like tiny jabs. She didn't have answers. She didn't even have a plan.

After the call, she wrapped her arms around herself, trying to ward off the encroaching chill. She moved to the window, watching the rain streak down the glass. Each drop, it seemed, was mirroring her own inner turmoil. She felt a profound sense of isolation, alone in the midst of a storm.