Gemotions

The silence in the apartment was deafening, a thick, suffocating blanket. David had stormed out, slamming the door so hard that the pictures on the wall rattled. Emily was left with the echo of his words, the sting of his denials. She’d found the phone buried deep in his briefcase, a small, black rectangle that held a world of deception.

She walked to the kitchen and grabbed a glass, but she couldn't remember what she wanted to drink. The glass slipped from her hand, shattering on the tile floor. She stared at the broken pieces, a mirror image of the wreckage inside her. She dropped to her knees, gathering the shattered remnants, her fingers pricked.