Gemotions

The silence in the car was crushing. Sarah gripped the steering wheel so tightly that her fingers ached. She'd overheard Daniel talking on the phone in the garage last night, the low murmur cutting through the quiet like a shard of glass. He'd claimed it was a business associate, but the nervous laughter and the hurried goodbye had spoken volumes.

She swallowed hard, trying to dislodge the lump in her throat. The traffic lights blurred through her tears. Every glance at Daniel, every shared smile in recent weeks suddenly felt tainted, each moment now laced with suspicion. She felt a deep, pervasive sense of unease, a constant state of alert.

The world around her felt muted, devoid of color. The radio blared, but she couldn't register a single note.