Gemotions

"No, no, no," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the rush of the passing cars. The phone felt like a hot coal in her hand. She’d intended to text her best friend, a lighthearted meme to lift her spirits. Instead, the deeply personal confession of her affair – the words spilling out in a moment of utter vulnerability – had gone to her husband.

She clutched her chest, as if trying to physically contain the panic that threatened to erupt. The city lights blurred through her tears. The ground seemed to tilt beneath her feet. Every shadow seemed to lengthen, to twist into mocking shapes.