Gemotions

The light from the streetlamp cast elongated shadows across the living room. Leo sat on the edge of the sofa, watching his wife, Maria, pace back and forth with the phone pressed to her ear. The call went on, and on.

He felt a vague pressure in his chest, a weight that made it hard to breathe. He stared at the television screen, which was blank and unmoving.

When she finally hung up, he looked at her. Her face was pale. He felt a soft, sinking feeling in his stomach. He said nothing.