Gemotions

He had the phone pressed to his ear again. The hushed tones, the averted gaze. Sarah's breath hitched in her chest. A cold sweat slicked her palms. She found herself backing away, her hand instinctively reaching for the safety of the wall. She felt trapped.

The incessant clicking of the lock screen unlocking, and the brief, bright flash of the screen in the darkness while he was in bed. It echoed in her mind. She thought of a thousand different scenarios, each one a sharp, stabbing pain.

She forced herself to breathe, slow and steady breaths. She grabbed her coat and left the house, the night air chilling her to the core. The streetlights cast elongated shadows, turning familiar objects into ominous figures.