Gemotions

A sharp, metallic tang filled Ethan’s mouth. He gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. Sarah, sitting beside him, looked puzzled. “You alright? You look… pale.” The words felt like a punch. He’d driven all this way, rehearsing his opening line, his carefully crafted introductions. Now, staring into her clear, unrecognizing eyes, the script vanished. His breath hitched in his chest. He felt a sudden, desperate urge to slam on the brakes, to turn around and escape the crushing weight of her amnesia.