Gemotions

The silence of the apartment was broken only by the rhythmic ticking of the clock, a constant reminder of the passing time. The ceiling fan whirred lazily above, stirring the air with a minimal effort. He had gone to the gym. A new habit. A sudden desire to improve himself. The thought of exercising felt like a Herculean undertaking.

His phone. Left on the kitchen counter. A single missed call. The name wasn’t saved. She knew he was hiding something. The calls, the excuses, the late nights. She opened his phone. The recent calls were all to the same number.