Gemotions

A hollow ache settled in her chest, a constant, dull throb. The revelation came in the form of a hidden phone bill, detailing calls to an unfamiliar number at odd hours. She had questioned him, her voice trembling, but he had offered evasions, half-truths. Her world, once vibrant and secure, was now shadowed.

She sat on the sofa, clutching a pillow to her chest. The house felt too big, too empty. The television flickered without her attention. She felt a profound weariness, a bone-deep exhaustion that permeated every fiber of her being. She just wanted to disappear.