Gemotions

The bed felt like a warm, inviting cave. The world outside, a vibrant symphony of activity, seemed a million miles away. The thought of facing the day, with its endless tasks and demands, was a tiring prospect. She felt a deep, inner resistance to the very idea of effort.

His phone. Right there. The sleek, black rectangle on the bedside table. He'd been getting calls. She'd heard him talking, his voice a low, hushed murmur, a secret kept. She knew the passcode. She picked up the phone and opened his call history. A name, a face, a woman. Her heart sank.