Gemotions

The leather-bound journal felt heavy in Henry's grasp. He had found it tucked away in a drawer, a secret kept by Clara, his reserved and quiet wife. The words leaped out at him, a vivid, fictionalized account of their life. He felt an undeniable lightness, as if he could float.

She’d cast him as a fearless knight, defending her honor from dragons and villains. His mouth opened slightly, a silent, incredulous sound escaping. A giggle bubbled up from deep inside. Her imagination was boundless. It made him feel… strange.

He heard the click of the front door. He scrambled to close the journal, a thrill shooting through him.