Gemotions

She clung to the phone, her knuckles white. The words, echoing from the specialist on the other end, felt like a physical weight pressing down on her. The room began to spin. She wanted to scream, to smash something, to make this nightmare stop. Her hands trembled so violently she could barely hold the phone. She felt a profound sense of being utterly lost.

She was given the details of a meeting.

The building felt old and dusty. He noticed a small group. She sat at the back. A woman with a crutch spoke to her, "It's overwhelming, isn't it?"