Gemotions

He'd left the damn thing on the kitchen counter, practically taunting her. “Swim with dolphins.” Liam stared at the words, his face flushing crimson. He'd always said he hated the ocean, allergic to the salt.

A coldness settled over him, the cheerful morning light suddenly feeling hostile. He’d meticulously planned their future, the house, the kids. Now this – a vibrant, youthful list of adventures, none of which included *him*.

The silence of their home amplified the fury welling inside. He slammed his fist on the counter, the force making the ceramic mugs rattle.