Gemotions

Michael heard the faint click of the bathroom door closing, followed by the muffled rush of the shower. He sat on the edge of the bed, the phone still clutched in his hand. He’d seen the texts, the late-night conversations hidden under the guise of work emails. It wasn’t the content of the messages, but the deliberate secrecy that stung. He traced the outline of the phone with his thumb, the cool metal a stark contrast to the sudden heat blossoming in his chest. A wave of understanding washed over him, a sense of his own flaws reflected back in this betrayal. He pictured Sarah in the shower, vulnerable and trusting, and felt a profound sadness settle over him.