Gemotions

He whistled a jaunty tune as he folded his laundry, moving with a speed that startled even himself. The scent of lavender from the dryer sheets was intoxicating. He'd been feeling… invigorated. His wife, Jessica’s, phone was within easy reach. He paused, his hands stilling for a moment. He hadn't felt this alive in years.

Then, a sudden impulse, a powerful urge, propelled him forward. He snatched up the phone and typed in her birthday. Success. The call log displayed multiple calls to a number he didn't recognize, all made at odd hours. He needed to find out who this person was.