Gemotions

The steak dinner she had cooked felt like ashes in her mouth. She barely touched her plate, her appetite gone. His phone calls were getting longer, the words sweeter. He was a thief, stealing from her, taking without asking, leaving her in the cold.

She wanted to tear through the lies, rip apart the carefully constructed facade. Her hands shook as she reached for her own phone. She wanted to know the truth, to unearth the secrets he was hiding.

She dialed the number that had been calling him. Her blood was pumping. She thought of what she would say.