Gemotions

The phone vibrated in her hand. It was a text from Michael, proposing their usual Friday night drinks at their favorite bar. But the truth, the one she'd discovered while searching through his things, loomed over her. His “success” was a fabrication. She stared at the message, a sudden chill spreading through her limbs. The excitement she always felt at the prospect of seeing him had vanished, replaced by an unsettling ache. Should she go? Should she confront him? The uncertainty was crippling.