Gemotions

“But… I told everyone,” Maria stammered, her voice barely a whisper. The doctor offered a sympathetic smile, but it did nothing to alleviate the hollowness in her chest. The results, confirming a difficult medical battle, were not hers. It was a clerical error, they explained. Her true prognosis? Well, she was fine.

She’d spent the last year of her life preparing her family. She’d meticulously arranged her affairs, ensuring her loved ones were taken care of. Now, the plans felt heavy, useless. Her hands felt numb, the familiar weight of the world suddenly unbearable.

She sat in her car, the engine idling. She should be elated. Instead, she just stared at the steering wheel, the metal cold against her skin. The future, once a defined path, was now a swirling vortex of uncertainty.