Gemotions

The morning sun poured through the kitchen window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Sarah hummed as she whisked eggs, a rhythm matching the frantic tapping of her foot. She felt… ready. Ready to conquer the day, to tackle the mountain of laundry, to finally learn that complicated salsa recipe. Then, a ping from her partner, Mark’s, phone. It was hidden, as usual, under a pile of bills on the countertop. Curiosity, a rare visitor, sparked within her. She reached for it.

The lock screen displayed a missed call, a number she didn’t recognize. A surge, a giddy rush, pulsed through her veins. He’d been quieter lately, withdrawn. The air crackled with a silent energy. "Just checking," she mumbled to herself, her fingers flying across the screen, accessing the call history.