Gemotions

The cold wind whipped at Liam as he stood outside their apartment, the manuscript clutched under his jacket. He felt a profound sense of disorientation, as though the ground had given way beneath him. He looked up at their window, a square of yellow light in the encroaching dusk.

He felt the prickle of tears at the corners of his eyes, and swallowed hard. Was she inside, oblivious to the secret he had uncovered? Would everything change now?

He slowly made his way back towards the door, his steps heavy with a burden he was unsure how to carry. He felt his hands begin to shake.