Gemotions

He’d taken up running. That was the first sign. Then came the unusual interest in her favorite cooking show. She’d caught him muttering to himself, his voice soft, almost secretive.

One morning, he presented her with a breakfast of arepas. "¡Hola, mi amor!" he declared, beaming. Spanish. The news hit her like a shot of adrenaline.

She found herself feeling buoyant, like she could leap into the air and never come down. She felt filled with energy, she was ready to tackle the day. Her laughter rang out, a pure expression of happiness. "You sneaky devil!"