Gemotions

"The deadlines are brutal, of course," Mark was saying, his voice a smooth, practiced baritone. He was explaining the demanding nature of his fictional job as an architect. Sarah had heard the story many times, knowing the truth was quite different.

Sarah stared at the intricate patterns in her coffee cup, feeling a wave of annoyance wash over her. It had been years of these lies, and they were always delivered with such conviction.

She took a slow, deliberate breath, trying to calm herself. She felt a heavy, sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. The feeling of being constantly lied to had become tiresome.