What the Heart Wants
Rachel wheezed her way up the last three steps. Normally she would have waited for the lift, but this was news that couldn’t wait. Dragging herself to the teacher’s lounge, she exhaustedly fell on the sofa. There was no one in the room right then - thank God for that - because her breathing was loud and made weird whistling noises. “This is not good” she murmured to herself remembering the many warnings her doctor had given her asking her to lose weight - especially now that she was nearing fifty. “Rach, are you okay?” Marie Therese walked into the room carrying thirty notebooks with the same ease as the smile on her face. Oh, to be young again. Rachel held her chest with her left hand and signaled to Marie to wait a few moments. Taking a sip of water from the bottle that her friend offered, she finally found the strength to speak. “I found one. I found one, Marie!” Rachel's grin was from ear to ear. Marie’s eyes glistened. “Where? Really? Who?” But before Rachel could answer,