She stood beside the car. Her hand trembled as she opened the boot and reached for her overnight bag. She felt a mix of confused emotions jostling for space between anxiety and exhilaration.
An email notification flashed on her screen, diverting her attention from the documentation she was working on. Just as the alert slid out of view, her brain processed the subject line. She sensed a flutter in the pit of her stomach. She tried hard not to think too much about that morning. It had been some weeks since it happened. Her face flushed.
Finally, a day to themselves. Peace from the forced conversations, being on edge, and not having to try so hard to be part of the family. The others had gone out, leaving them to a quiet day in the luxury of the rented villa they had chosen for another awful holiday together.
When people really paid attention to her they noticed she was an introvert, but most mistook this for being distant, disinterested, not part of the crowd. She worked in a world where being an introvert did not make sense. It was as if she were two people at the same time.