Gemotions

The ramen boiled over, splattering greasy broth across the stovetop. Liam slammed the pot down, steam curling around his face. He'd come home to find Maria practicing Mandarin, her stilted pronunciation echoing through their apartment. He stalked to the sink, turning the faucet on full blast and letting the water run, a dull roar in the sudden silence. Why hadn't she told him? This secret felt like a betrayal. His knuckles were white as he gripped the edge of the counter, the cool ceramic doing little to soothe the heat that bloomed in his chest.