Gemotions

The weight in her chest was a constant presence, a physical burden that made it hard to breathe. Olivia looked at the clock, watching the minutes tick by with agonizing slowness. Her husband, Thomas, was always “busy,” always “working late,” always on the phone with a voice she didn't recognize.


She'd tried to tell herself she was imagining things, but the evidence was mounting. The secret phone calls, the furtive glances, the subtle shifts in his behavior. She felt detached, lost in a sea of uncertainty. She'd stopped enjoying the things she once loved, the world seeming to have lost its luster.


She went upstairs, climbing the stairs slowly. Each step was a struggle. The silence in the bedroom was oppressive, filled with the ghosts of shared dreams and unspoken fears.