Gemotions

The fluorescent lights in the break room seemed to pulse, matching the frantic rhythm of her pulse. Sarah knew she had to get away before Mark came back from the restroom. She needed to escape the question, the implications, the potential judgment.

She pushed her chair back, the scrape of the metal against the floor echoing in the otherwise quiet space. She bumped her knee against the table and cursed under her breath.

She reached for her bag, her fingers fumbling with the zipper. The air in the room felt thick and heavy, making it difficult to breathe. She was desperate to find a moment of peace.