Gemotions

He had the audacity to hum as he strolled into the living room, phone tucked away. "Ready for dinner?" David asked, his face open and cheerful. Emily’s stomach twisted, a bitter knot forming. She'd been waiting for him, and the table was set for a romantic evening. She looked at his smiling face, a mask of affection, and the carefully placed candles suddenly felt mocking. "I’m not hungry," she said, her voice tight, the words barely a whisper. She retreated to the bedroom, the heavy door shutting with a deliberate thud.