Gemotions

The house had become a maze. Every room, every corner, held potential for betrayal. The sound of the front door closing sent a jolt of alarm through her. Mark had said he was working late, again. The lie hung heavy in the air.

She found herself meticulously cleaning, a frenzied effort to control something, anything. The phone sat on the kitchen counter, a silent, menacing object. It represented her. It represented the truth she was afraid to face.

She walked towards the living room window, as if expecting to see something that would confirm her fears. Her breath hitched when she saw a car pull up in front of their house. She felt a wave of nausea, her hands trembling.