Gemotions

The sunlight seemed to pierce Amelia's skin, making her feel exposed. She should have left earlier, but the image of Mark, huddled by the window, speaking in soft, low tones, had stopped her. She'd dismissed it as work, but the way he'd flinched when she entered the room… it felt like a slap. Now, she felt a profound sense of unease. She found herself rearranging the furniture, a frantic attempt to make the familiar feel safe again. Her hands trembled as she wiped the counter, scrubbing at a nonexistent stain.