Gemotions

It was a slow burn, a simmering anger that threatened to boil over. He didn't yell. He didn't break things. He went about the routine of his day, but with an icy precision, a detachment that chilled the air around him. The air seemed thin.

He began to plan. Not a destructive act, but a slow, methodical dismantling of their life together. He started with the joint accounts, the shared investments. He became a ghost in his own house.

His face was smooth, almost blank. He made a list.