Gemotions

The discovery was a slow burn, a creeping unease that started small and grew into a roaring fire. First, the new music he listened to. Then, the unfamiliar phone conversations. Finally, tonight. He’d been speaking to someone, and she knew the language.

She stood at the window, watching the streetlights blur. Her stomach felt heavy, like lead. Every shadow seemed to be a threat.

When he called her name, she jumped, whirling around. The smile on his face seemed… off. The air had gone cold, and she had to leave.