Gemotions

The silence in the car was thick, pressing down on him. They were driving back from a weekend getaway, a trip that had felt strained from the beginning. He had heard her speaking in hushed tones on the phone during the trip. He had heard the phone ringing while she was in the bathroom. The evidence mounted.

He watched her profile, the curve of her neck, the way her hair fell across her shoulders. The affection he once felt was now diluted, replaced by suspicion.

He gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles ached. The road stretched out before them, a long, lonely ribbon, mirroring the desolate future he now foresaw.