Gemotions

"It wasn't what you think," Marcus had pleaded, his voice cracking. But the evidence was undeniable. Sarah had glimpsed the phone, tucked away in his car's glove compartment, and caught a snippet of a phone call. The words, the tone, all were foreign to the man she loved.

She had retreated to the guest room, the door slammed shut like a physical barrier between them. The walls, once a comfort, now felt like they were closing in. Her hands trembled as she pulled the blanket up to her chin, trying to find some semblance of warmth. Sleep wouldn't come.