Gemotions

The drive home was slow, each red light stretching an eternity. The news of the acquisition had cast a long shadow over the afternoon. Sarah gripped the steering wheel, her knuckles white. She kept replaying the email in her mind.

The radio played a cheerful tune, the sound grating on her nerves. She turned it off, seeking the silence. Her apartment, once a sanctuary, now seemed different, almost alien. She walked through the door, the click of the lock echoing in the stillness.

She sank into the sofa, the familiar cushions offering no comfort. The thought of change, of the unknown, felt like a cold hand reaching for her. She was adrift, lost in a sea of uncertainty.