Gemotions

The silence in the apartment was deafening, a stark contrast to the cacophony of the day. Sarah collapsed onto the couch, her muscles aching from the grueling training session she'd put herself through. A small package sat on the coffee table. She didn't remember ordering anything. "Ni hao!" A voice from the kitchen. It was David. He emerged, holding a packet of what looked like tea. He'd been learning Mandarin. Sarah swallowed hard. Every fiber of her being felt as if it had become heavy and slow. She didn't want to respond.