Gemotions

The hum of the server room was deafening, a relentless drone that mirrored the thrumming in her head. Sarah squinted at the screen, her eyes burning. It was late, she was alone, and the data refused to cooperate. Then the notification popped up: a new email. She recognized the sender, a name she hadn't seen in nearly a decade. She slowly clicked on the message, her fingers clumsy. The words were a crushing weight. Her shoulders slumped. The light from the screen flickered, and she barely registered it.