Gemotions

It was the way he’d flinched when she entered the room, his hand flying to his pocket. She now understood why. He'd been lying, she was sure of it. The phone. Not his. Never his. Hidden in the desk drawer. She scrolled through the list. Repeated calls, all to a number she didn't recognise.

She felt a strange disconnect, as if she were watching a movie about her own life. Everything around her seemed slightly out of focus. She touched her face, cold and numb. The room grew colder, despite the heat of the radiators.