Gemotions

“It wasn't easy to tell you.” James's voice crackled through the phone speaker, making it more painful. “I’m not a pilot.” Anna felt a coldness creep through her, starting at her toes. She had proudly told her family of his adventures, the jetsetting lifestyle, the prestigious career. In reality, he worked at a car wash. The lie had poisoned everything.

She dropped the phone, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent apartment. She stared at her reflection in the darkened window, a stranger staring back. Her carefully constructed world, once full of hope, had been ripped apart. Her heart ached in waves of disbelief and pain. She wanted to scream, to lash out, to make the hurt stop. The silence was deafening, a vacuum where trust had once resided.