Gemotions

The knot in Leo’s stomach tightened every time Amelia’s phone buzzed. He’d found the call history on her tablet – a number, repeated entries, late at night. He replayed their last conversation. He’d been curt, dismissive about her work presentation. Now, the weight of his behavior pressed down on him. He knew he should apologize, but the words stuck in his throat. He watched her across the dinner table, the way her brow would furrow when she was concentrating. He felt a deep, unfamiliar ache in his chest.