Gemotions

"Just a work call," Mark had said, again. The phone always seemed to ring when they were finally settling down for the night, a private conversation snatched away behind closed doors. Now, the telltale glow of the screen pulsed under the pillow. Sarah had found it there, a missed call from a number she didn't know. Her first impulse was to grab it, to see, to know. But instead, she slowly placed it back, smoothing the sheets. She went to the kitchen and started making his favorite snack, her movements deliberate, her heart heavy.