Gemotions

He stared at his wife, Sarah, across the kitchen table. She’d always been the rock, the constant in his life. Now, she was telling him she was joining a new church. He felt a chill run through him. Everything seemed to have changed. He pushed his chair back from the table, the scrape of the wood against the floor amplifying the silence.

He couldn't meet her eyes. He focused on the patterns of the tablecloth, the mundane details of the room. He felt a pressure building behind his eyes, a familiar headache that threatened to explode. He knew he'd have to say something, but the words felt trapped, caught in his throat.