Gemotions

The tulips, a cheerful splash of color against the drab hallway, only fueled her ire. *Really?* This was supposed to make things better? Liam would find out. He would *pay*. She ground her teeth.

She snatched the bouquet, ignoring the slight sting of the thorns. Her eyes darted around, searching. The lack of a note was a deliberate act, a deliberate slight. The silence felt heavy.

She strode into the kitchen, the flowers clutched in her hand. The granite countertop was cold under her palm. She needed to do something. She needed to feel something other than this hollow, empty space. She threw the tulips into the bin, the motion quick and decisive.