Gemotions

The weight of the afternoon felt heavy, a physical presence that pressed down on her. The world outside, a vibrant tapestry of sounds and colours, seemed far away and not worth the effort to engage. The sofa provided a sanctuary, a comfortable place where she could simply be.

His phone. Left on the dining room table. She knew she shouldn’t, but she picked it up. The call log. A number she didn't recognise. His recent behaviour, the secretiveness, the distant look in his eyes, had become a pattern. Her chest tightened. A series of texts. All with the same number. She unlocked his messages. The words, once so familiar, suddenly felt foreign.