Gemotions

The brightly lit, sterile waiting room felt oppressive. Amelia sat beside her, Rebecca. Both of them were waiting for the same man, Michael, to return from a “business trip”. Rebecca, in the meantime, had spilled the beans.

Rebecca recounted details of a secret language they shared, a special song, all things that resonated with Amelia. It was as if her own experiences were being spoken by another. A wave of anger welled up within her, but the look in Rebecca’s eyes—the quiet despair—stilled it.

Amelia found herself reaching for Rebecca's hand. "He's... He's going to have a hard time," Amelia said, her voice surprisingly steady. "Let's make sure we're okay." A simple offer, a silent vow to weather the storm together.