Gemotions

He’d claimed to have left his phone at the office. Now, in her hands, she saw the call history. She had to know. The screen seemed to magnify the tension in the room. Her mouth had gone dry, and her hands were clammy. She felt a surge of adrenaline, her heartbeat accelerating.

A sickening feeling gripped her stomach. She felt the blood draining from her face. She wanted to run, to escape this moment, but her feet were rooted to the spot. The phone, a silent accuser, became a physical burden. She couldn't breathe.