Gemotions

The weight of the world seemed to settle on Fatima's shoulders. She had just seen something that shifted her world view. She found a flashcard in the laundry, written in Urdu. It was her partner, Daniel's handwriting. She gripped the card tightly, her fingers digging into the paper.

She tried to retrace her steps, trying to remember when this might have started. She felt a profound sense of displacement. She felt the urge to pace, to do *something*.

She walked into the living room, where Daniel sat reading. He looked up, and then immediately looked down. The silence hung in the air, thick and heavy.