Gemotions

He seemed miles away, even when he was right beside her, watching television. The hum of the TV filled the apartment, but she couldn’t focus on the images. Her chest felt constricted. The discovery of the locked phone, the deleted call log, had left her feeling...unsettled. She wanted to scream. She wanted to run. She wanted to ask him. But the words were caught in her throat, a jumble of anxieties. She picked at the chipped nail polish on her thumb, a nervous habit that had returned with a vengeance.