Gemotions

He paced the living room, his phone clutched in his hand. The flickering light from the television painted shadows on his face, but it wasn't the shadows that were bothering her. She crossed her arms, the movement sharp and defensive. The phone buzzed again, a new message. He glanced at it, then quickly slipped the device into his pocket. This secrecy… it was like a small stone in her shoe, chafing with every step. She felt the muscles in her neck tense. "Everything alright?" she asked, her voice tight. He merely shrugged.