Gemotions

The phone vibrated on the table, a tiny earthquake in the otherwise silent apartment. Amelia jumped, then snatched it up. Another junk call. She threw it back on the table. She'd been waiting for days, and every ring, every notification, felt like a deliberate tease.

She stalked across the room, then back again. The book, still open on the coffee table, was a constant reminder of the betrayal. She recognized so many of her own phrases, her own ideas. How could he?

She chewed on her lip, a nervous habit that had become more frequent recently. She needed resolution. The inaction was eating her alive.