Gemotions

The restaurant, their favorite spot, was now a torture chamber. The scent of the food, the clinking of glasses, the murmur of conversations – all amplified her agony. He’d been evasive, secretive, always on his phone. The truth finally came out via a text message, innocently left on his device.

She excused herself from the table, her legs unsteady. The bathroom mirror reflected a stranger, a woman whose eyes were wide and vacant. She splashed cold water on her face, but it did nothing to cool the fire raging inside her. The meal remained uneaten.