Gemotions

The new house was a monument to her ex-husband's success, a gilded cage built with his money and his expectations. Everything felt wrong, the color of the walls, the size of the rooms, the emptiness. She was trapped.

She was in the kitchen, staring at the perfectly tiled backsplash. It was too perfect, too clean. She pressed her hand against the wall, finding a slight give. The tile cracked, revealing a small cavity. She slammed her fist against the exposed space, the violence a release. She wouldn’t be caged.