Gemotions

He stared at the photograph. A sun-drenched beach, two figures laughing in the surf. It was the background he recognized instantly: that secluded cove in the Caribbean, where she and Sarah had spent their anniversary. The photo was on the phone of a man, also named Mark, he'd bumped into at the gym.

His hands felt clammy. A cold wave washed over him. He felt strangely…unmoored. The other Mark seemed friendly enough, chatting about his "girlfriend" and their trip.

He gripped his own phone, flipping through pictures. There were so many shared memories, so much affection, or so he thought. He felt his head spinning; the world shifted on its axis. He excused himself, suddenly needing air.