Gemotions

A chill ran down Robert’s spine. His wife, Emily, had always been a seeker, but her latest fascination, a newfound devotion to a new-age spiritual guru, felt different, darker. He gripped his coffee cup so tightly his knuckles turned white. The vibrant tapestry she had meticulously woven over the years, depicting scenes of their life together, suddenly seemed foreign and remote. He felt a vast distance opening up between them, a chasm of understanding. He cleared his throat, the sound rough and unnatural. "Emily," he began, his voice barely a whisper, "what… what does this mean?"