Gemotions

The book felt heavy in her hands, a weight that had nothing to do with its physical mass. She tapped her foot against the hardwood floor, a rapid, rhythmic drumbeat against the silence. It was ridiculous, really, this secret life he'd been leading.

She opened to a chapter detailing her eccentric habit of collecting mismatched socks. He'd got it all wrong, of course – she wasn't just collecting them; it was an artistic statement! She huffed out a breath, her lips curling into a smile.

She kept reading, her eyes darting across the pages. He had described a particularly silly fight they'd had, his version embellished with humorous exaggeration. She pictured him, hunched over his laptop, writing it all down. She felt a tickle in her chest, a strange, excited anticipation.