Gemotions

The half-eaten pizza sat on the table, a testament to her failure. The decorations, hastily put up, now looked pathetic. She should have known, she berated herself. The secret, the lies… it all had a way of coming undone. Her chest felt constricted, as if an invisible hand was squeezing the breath from her. She pushed the pizza away, a wave of nausea rolling over her. She tried to replay the events of the last few weeks, seeking a single point where she could have changed the outcome. No luck.