Gemotions

He’d left the manuscript open on the kitchen counter, a careless mistake, she thought bitterly. *His Muse, Her Secret.* That was the title. Liam had always said he loved her fiery spirit, the way she could argue a point with a passion that bordered on violence. Now, reading his words, it felt less like love and more like a carefully crafted study of a particularly volatile species. Her stomach churned. She poured herself a glass of water, her hand trembling so badly she spilled half of it. The floor felt cold beneath her bare feet.