Gemotions

Rain lashed against the window, mirroring the tempest in Clara's heart. She clutched the crumpled printout of the accusations, her knuckles bone-white. Her breath hitched, each inhale a struggle. The world had tilted on its axis. The words, once her comfort, now felt like a betrayal.

She felt a strange disconnection, as if observing her own body from a distance. The room seemed too small, the air thick and suffocating. She sank into her armchair, the plush fabric failing to provide any solace.