Gemotions

The rhythmic click of the keyboard had become a constant soundtrack in David's life, a sound that always meant his wife, Sarah, was working. But lately, the clicks were interspersed with unfamiliar sounds, a quick succession of syllables that felt…Russian. He tried to ignore it, telling himself he was hearing things.

He saw a flash of a webpage the other day, and caught a glimpse of Cyrillic characters. He was instantly thrown by the sight, suddenly unable to breath properly.

That evening, he watched Sarah across the dinner table. Her movements, her gestures, her very presence, felt oddly foreign, even while she was speaking English. He found himself dissecting everything, every nuance of her behavior. He felt a disquieting sense of being left out, of being adrift in a sea of unspoken secrets.