Gemotions

The world seemed muted, softened by the gentle snowfall outside the window. Amelia sipped her tea, watching the flakes drift lazily down, and found the world pleasing. The house was quiet, and she enjoyed the quietness. She felt a lightness, a sense of well-being, as she waited for her husband, Tom, to return home.

When he did, it was with a phone pressed tightly to his ear. He spoke in rapid, hushed tones, his body language tense, his eyes darting around the room as if he was afraid of being overheard. Amelia's stomach tightened; the tranquility she’d felt dissolved in an instant.