Gemotions

"Honey, you'll find another team," her mother said, her voice strained with forced optimism. Sarah nodded, staring out the window. The rolling green fields, usually a source of comfort, now seemed to press in on her, the fences and borders more pronounced than ever. She picked at the frayed edge of the blanket, a silent scream building in her throat. She wanted to run, to escape this house, this town, this conversation. She didn't. Her body felt sluggish, as if every muscle had been drained of its usual power. The celebratory dinner her family was having, was now a performance.