Gemotions

The house was quiet, almost eerily so. Leo stood in the kitchen, staring at the phone on the counter. The phone had been ringing incessantly for the last few days, mostly while Amelia was out. He knew the pattern.

The phone calls, the secretive texts, the sudden trips – he’d pieced it all together. But the knowledge left him… unmoved. He felt something akin to boredom.

He ran a hand through his hair, then poured himself a glass of water. The cold liquid slid down his throat. The thought of a fight, a tearful confession, an ugly scene… it all felt like a foreign country, something he was not inclined to visit. He set the glass down and went back to the living room.