Gemotions

The park bench felt cold and hard against her back. Amelia twisted her fingers together, watching the carousel spin. Kevin's "high-pressure sales" job had always been a source of both pride and vague concern. Now, she realized, it was a fabrication. She'd seen him, in the dead of night, delivering pizzas. The information, a poisoned dart, had lodged itself deep within her, causing a slow, burning ache. The world seemed to tilt, the cheerful music of the carousel morphing into a mocking tune.