Gemotions

The house felt too quiet, the silence punctuated only by the rhythmic ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway. Sarah traced the outline of the phone in her hands, its cold metal a stark contrast to the heat that was now coursing through her veins. Liam’s secretive phone calls had been discovered, yet the anger she anticipated never came. Instead, a wave of tenderness washed over her, an understanding of his pain. She looked at the calls listed on the screen and saw her own reflection staring back: a yearning, the need for understanding, the desperate craving for connection. She closed her eyes, and a single tear traced a path down her cheek.