Gemotions

The air in the house felt thick, like old dust. Sarah wandered through the living room, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows. It was quiet, too quiet. The kind of quiet that echoed the emptiness inside her chest. Liam had been acting strange lately, distant. She found his notebook today, tucked beneath his mattress.

The book told a tale of a woman trapped in a loveless marriage, the words a biting description of her perceived flaws, all the things he hated.

Her hands trembled as she shut the notebook. The kitchen, once a place of comfort, seemed unfamiliar, its bright colors now jarring, the appliances mocking. The thought of their life suddenly felt as heavy as the silverware in the drawer.