Gemotions

The email sat in the inbox, its subject line a stark, accusatory label: “Regarding Brian.” Chloe’s fingers hovered over the mouse, her gut twisting. She knew, even before she opened it, what it contained. When she finally clicked, the words blurred before her; a torrent of details about another woman, another life, another layer of Brian's deception. Chloe slumped in her chair, the air seeming to press down on her. The room felt suddenly small, the walls closing in, the silence deafening. She rested her head in her hands.