Gemotions

The ceramic mug shattered in her hand, shards of porcelain spraying across the kitchen floor. He had the audacity to just walk back in like nothing happened, whistling some inane tune. Her breath hitched. He looked at the mess, then at her, his eyebrows knitting together in a confused frown. "What was that?" he asked, oblivious. The vein in her temple throbbed.

"What was *what*?" she snapped, the words tight and clipped. She gestured wildly towards the phone on the counter, still warm from use. He followed her gaze, then shrugged, nonchalantly.

"Just a work call, babe," he said, and the air seemed to drain from the room. She wanted to scream, to tear the very walls down.