Gemotions

He’d been acting strangely for weeks. First, the late nights at the office, then the password on his phone. Now, Sarah found herself staring at the screen, heart thudding a frantic rhythm. He’d left his phone on the table. She knew, she just knew, she shouldn't look. But the tremor in her hands was a physical thing, a force that propelled her forward. The air in the room felt thick, heavy, like a suffocating blanket. She unlocked the device, her fingers clumsy and hesitant on the screen.