Gemotions

The sleek black SUV parked in front of her neighbor's house was almost taunting. Her neighbor, Ms. Dubois, a woman with perfectly coiffed hair and flawless skin, was probably heading off to a week-long cruise.

Sarah, her own nails chipped and ragged, was staring at the pile of bills on her kitchen table. She'd been working overtime for weeks, struggling to keep her head above water. Each time she saw Ms. Dubois, the woman’s easy grace highlighted her own exhaustion. She was at breaking point.

Sarah pressed her palms against her eyes, trying to block out the image of the luxury she couldn't afford. The air felt thick, heavy with the burden of her worries. A sense of despondency settled over her, a dark shadow that had become a constant companion.