Gemotions

The email, the blasted email, just sat there on Clara's screen, taunting her. “So sorry, babe, have to reschedule. Something came up.” It was from "Mark." She'd been looking forward to this museum visit all week. And *then* she saw the photo. A photo of "Mark" and another woman, standing in front of the exact same museum, the same day.

Her vision blurred. She felt a pressure building in her chest, a suffocating weight. She spun around in her chair, seeking a distraction but finding none. Everything in her apartment seemed to mock her. The expensive perfume he had brought as a gift. The photo she'd taken of them at the beach.

She took a deep breath. She reached for her phone. She would call.