Gemotions

The scent of roasting coffee filled the air, mingling with the unfamiliar sound of Hindi. It was coming from the living room, where Leo usually spent his mornings reading. He’d assumed Leo was working. But the phrases he heard were more than just isolated words. It was a conversation, a deliberate effort to understand. Sarah felt her face burn. She’d deliberately neglected her heritage, found it too cumbersome, too different. She didn’t know how to face him, the man who had effortlessly embraced what she had rejected. She needed to be alone.