Gemotions

The humid air hung heavy in the summer evening. Inside the porch, the rhythmic hum of the cicadas seemed to intensify the quiet conversation. Maria leaned back in her chair, feeling the cool wood against her skin.

She’d anticipated the news from Sam for a while. A promotion, a new city, a new chapter in his life. She’d sensed the subtle shifts in his demeanor, the growing excitement. She found herself breathing deeply as he spoke.

She listened, her expression open and receptive, nodding at the appropriate moments. She let his words wash over her. It was a tidal wave she would have to face.