Gemotions

The chipped mug sat heavy in Eleanor's hand, the lukewarm coffee doing nothing to soothe the tension knotting her shoulders. Rain hammered against the kitchen window, mirroring the relentless thrum of agitation building inside. She'd been in a foul mood since waking up, a feeling that intensified with every unanswered question. Just this morning, she overheard David whispering on the phone, quickly ending the call as she entered the room.

Her jaw clenched as she recalled the hurried goodbyes, the way his eyes darted away. Eleanor took a long, slow breath, trying to tamp down the rising heat in her chest. The silent treatment David was giving her wasn't helping matters.

A loud sigh escaped her lips. She stalked over to the sink, slamming the mug down with a clatter. Maybe she was overreacting. But the niggling doubt, a tiny, insistent voice, wouldn't be silenced.