Gemotions

Rain lashed against the window, mirroring the tempest brewing inside. He’d been gone for hours, the scent of expensive cologne clinging to the air when he finally returned. Sarah forced a smile, the muscles in her face aching.

"Rough day?" she asked, her voice tight, brittle. The question was a challenge.

He simply shrugged, his gaze flicking away from hers. The casual dismissal ignited a fury within her, a burning coal in her chest. She wanted to scream, to lash out, to rip something apart. Instead, she retrieved a glass of wine, the clinking sound a deliberate noise.

Every sip was a tiny act of rebellion. The silence in the apartment became a suffocating shroud, and she hated, she absolutely *despised* the way he moved around, the nonchalant way he filled his glass.