Gemotions

The chipped mug slammed onto the kitchen counter, sloshing lukewarm coffee onto a pile of unpaid bills. Liam ran a hand through his hair, already feeling the familiar throb behind his temples. He’d just heard the news from Sarah, and the sheer audacity of it was making his jaw clench. Three years. Three years he’d listened to Mark drone on about project deadlines and demanding clients. Now, Sarah was telling him he’d been working at a *pet store* this whole time? The same pet store Liam’s niece got her hamster from?

He paced the length of his tiny kitchen, the worn linoleum creaking under his weight. This was unbelievable. He’d helped Mark with his ‘business trips’, covered for him when he was ‘working late’. Now, he felt like a complete fool. His phone buzzed – a text from Mark. Liam almost threw the damn thing across the room.