Gemotions

Eliza slammed the front door a little harder than usual, the sound echoing in the empty apartment. Across the country? He'd always talked about it, sure, but she never actually believed it would happen. A shiver, unrelated to the October chill, ran down her spine. Now, she felt a profound sense of *duty*.

She had to get this sorted, right now. She grabbed her phone and texted Liam: "Coffee? Now?" He needed to understand that she was here for him, to support him in any way she could.

Her shoulders squared. She would be the anchor, the rock. She imagined the logistics of the move, the packing, the goodbyes, and a surprising warmth flooded her chest. He wouldn’t go through this alone, absolutely not. She would be his bulwark.