Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread wafted from the kitchen, a symphony of warmth and comfort. Amelia hummed, setting the table with her favorite floral china. Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. She’d spent the morning planting sunflowers in the garden, feeling the earth give way beneath her fingers, a quiet satisfaction settling deep within her chest. Then, she saw it. David, her husband of fifteen years, was in the other room. He was speaking quietly, his voice a low murmur, and when she got closer, she saw him quickly end the call and put his phone in his pocket. He turned and smiled at her, and Amelia noticed a strange tension in his shoulders that she hadn't seen before.