Gemotions

Eliza gripped her wine glass so tightly her knuckles were white. Across the room, Leo was regaling their mutual friends with the tale of their disastrous camping trip. He made himself the hero, the rugged outdoorsman, single-handedly saving them from a rainstorm. She felt a knot tighten in her stomach.

The memory, as she experienced it, was vastly different. She’d been the one who'd pitched the tent in the pouring rain, while Leo complained about the mud. She cleared her throat, wanting to say something, but the words felt trapped.

Leo grinned, catching her eye. "Eliza almost lost her mind, remember?" He said, his voice laced with amusement. A smile flickered across her lips that didn't reach her eyes. She put the glass down and focused on the intricate patterns of the rug, suddenly finding them fascinating.