Gemotions

The weight of the warm blanket, the soft glow of the bedside lamp, the quiet rhythm of breathing beside her – everything felt right to Olivia. She'd spent a blissful evening with Michael, a night of deep conversation and shared laughter. She was happy.

A loud banging on the door jolted her awake. She opened the door to find another woman standing there, dressed in a familiar sweater and holding a framed photograph of Michael and her. The woman’s eyes were blazing. “Who the hell are you?”