Gemotions

Her fingers, usually graceful as they navigated the keys, now fumbled over the spreadsheets. Sarah kept making mistakes, her gaze darting around the empty office, as if expecting someone to materialize and witness her incompetence. The memory of the hushed tones coming from the bedroom last night, the way Mark had flinched when she’d entered, replayed in her mind. It made her skin crawl. She had tried to forget it, to push it down, but the details of the call, the laughter, everything, felt like a branding iron seared into her memory. She was certain her face had to have betrayed her vulnerability. She stared into the screen. She needed to focus.