Gemotions

The heavy silence of the apartment felt oppressive. Sarah wandered through the rooms, unable to shake off a sense of unease. The shadows seemed to lengthen, the familiar furniture taking on a sinister cast. She'd been feeling this way for days, everything feeling heavy and burdensome.

She picked up a discarded notebook of her husband, Mark. He'd always been secretive about his writing. She’d never snooped before, but the compulsion was overwhelming. She flicked through the pages. The words hit her like a physical blow. The protagonist was a carbon copy of herself. The descriptions of their life together were so vivid, so intimate.

A wave of nausea churned in her stomach.