Gemotions

The email from Mark, claiming his "promotion" at the prestigious publishing house, landed in Eleanor’s inbox like a lead weight. She knew the truth. She knew he was still stuck answering phones. She'd known for three years, and now he was trying to sell her this.

Her shoulders stiffened. A headache was starting to throb behind her eyes. She deleted the email without reading it, a sharp, decisive click. He deserved this. He had made his bed.

Later, she sat at her desk, staring at the blank page in front of her. She couldn’t concentrate. She just felt… resistant.