Gemotions

The scent of roasting chicken, meant to be comforting, made Emily’s stomach churn. Her elegant dinner party had been scheduled for weeks, a showcase of her culinary skills. Her sister, however, chose the same night for a casual backyard barbecue.

She felt a hollowness in her chest, a disconnect from the meticulously planned evening. The conversation felt like a slow death. Her carefully curated life felt artificial and fragile.

She wanted to call her sister, to scream, but the words wouldn’t come.