Gemotions

The brightly lit, modern church felt cold. His wife, Maria, was now a convert to Mormonism. The neatly pressed clothes, the perfect hair, the unwavering smiles of her new friends, made him uneasy. He saw a different woman in Maria, someone he no longer fully recognised.

He found himself avoiding her gaze, the comfortable familiarity of their shared history now tinged with a sense of loss. He longed for the casual intimacy, the late-night movie nights, the inside jokes that seemed to have vanished with her old life. The silence in their shared bed felt deafening.