Gemotions

He had the remote, again. But it didn't bother me. Not today. The football game droned on, a familiar, predictable soundtrack. Across the room, David tapped away on his phone, occasionally glancing towards the hallway.

My fingers drummed lightly on the armrest. I felt a warmth spread through my chest, a quiet satisfaction. This felt different. He'd been distant lately, quieter. Now, this renewed air of… secrecy. It was intoxicating.

I poured myself a second glass of wine, swirling the ruby liquid thoughtfully. Maybe tonight, I would make his favourite meal. Chicken Piccata. His grandmother's recipe.