Gemotions

The silence in the apartment was deafening. The ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway seemed to mock her inertia. Sarah had stopped caring about anything. Her once-impeccable appearance had begun to slide; her clothes were wrinkled, her hair unkempt. Mark, her husband, seemed oblivious to her change. He was always on his phone, always unavailable. One night, she saw it; a name, a time, a string of texts. A sense of displacement settled over her. She felt like a stranger in her own home. The emptiness felt like it was growing inside her.