Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the art gallery seemed to bleed into a muddy haze as Ava tried to focus on the paintings. Her husband, Mark, loved art, and she had accompanied him. But all she could see was the bank statement in her purse, a testament to his separate life.

She followed him from room to room. Every smile, every touch, seemed to have taken on a different meaning. Her fingers played with her necklace, a nervous habit she hadn’t indulged in for years. She was distracted by the knowledge, and she couldn't bring herself to care about anything he said.