Gemotions

The car radio blasted upbeat pop music. Sarah drummed her fingers on the steering wheel, matching the beat with her own rapid pulse. Her foot tapped a relentless rhythm on the accelerator. The world whizzed past in a kaleidoscope of colors. She'd hardly slept last night, but she wasn’t tired. Quite the opposite.

She pulled into the driveway, adrenaline coursing through her. She felt like a bottle of champagne about to pop. The house loomed, a familiar structure transformed by the weight of her secret.

She killed the engine and practically leaped from the car, eager to begin. She strode toward the house, her anticipation almost palpable.