Gemotions

The small, elegant script was a slap in the face. "See the Taj Mahal. Open a bakery." Daniel felt a coldness creep over him. His wife, Chloe, had written this, hidden it away. He’d found it while looking for stamps.

He sat heavily on the sofa, the list a weight in his hand. The betrayal was a tangible thing, a dark, heavy presence in the room. He felt a throbbing ache behind his eyes.

He stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. He needed air. He slammed the front door behind him, the force shaking the entire house.