Gemotions

The flickering flight status board in the deserted airport terminal seemed to mock Amelia. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the silence. The announcement of yet another delay for flight 42B to Boston echoed in her ears, each syllable a fresh stab of anxiety. Her brother’s wedding, the reason for this desperate cross-country dash, was scheduled to begin in four hours. The thought of missing the vows, the speeches, everything, clawed at her insides. She wrung her hands, the skin turning white with the force of her grip.

She glanced at her phone again, the unanswered texts from her sister-in-law a stark reminder of the mounting chaos. A cold sweat slicked her palms. Every missed flight now felt like a personal failure, each minute ticking by a death sentence for her presence at the ceremony.