Gemotions

The aroma of stale coffee lingered in the air, a testament to the morning's missed opportunities. The curtains remained drawn, shutting out the world. The thought of opening them felt like a strain, a task best left for another time. The day stretched before her, an endless expanse of potential that she had no desire to explore.

His phone. A new model, sleek and expensive. He had been so careful with it. Too careful. She picked it up. A locked screen. He had never used a lock before. She slowly entered the date of their anniversary. It worked. The recent call log. A single name, repeated throughout the day, every day. It wasn't his work.