Gemotions

The light from the street lamp cast long shadows across the living room as I read. "Echoes of Us," the title screamed. My hands felt clammy. This was about *me*. He’d captured the fights, the harsh words, the way I always put work first. Every page was a painful accusation.

I closed my eyes, a wave of nausea washing over me. I’d destroyed something beautiful, something precious. The silence in the apartment felt cavernous, filled with unseen ghosts of conversations never had. I felt like I was drowning.