Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the kitchen, a comforting scent that always brought a smile to Oliver's face. He’d just pulled a loaf from the oven, its golden crust promising a delightful meal. The kitchen was his sanctuary, the clatter of pots and pans his favorite symphony. He was enjoying the anticipation of a simple dinner, nothing else to demand his time or attention. His phone buzzed, and the screen flashed with a call from his wife, Sarah.

"Oliver, can you come over? I need to tell you something important," Sarah said, her tone hesitant.

Oliver shrugged inwardly, a gesture invisible to anyone but himself. "I'll be right there."