Gemotions

The evening air hung heavy with unspoken words. Amelia sat across from Leo at the dinner table, the half-eaten pasta congealing on their plates. She’d found the phone bill, the repeated calls to a number she didn't recognise. He was unusually quiet tonight. His eyes darted around the room, avoiding her gaze. She imagined the weight he must be carrying, the reasons that led to this subterfuge. It was a silent conversation, unspoken and yet deeply felt. She reached across the table, covering his hand with her own, a gesture of silent support in a room filled with unspoken questions.