Gemotions

From the sun-drenched window, Sarah watched the children play in the garden, their laughter echoing in the air. The smell of freshly baked bread filled the house, a testament to her afternoon spent baking. The world felt vibrant and full of joy, and she felt connected to it. It was a good time.

Then, from the hall, her husband, Robert's, phone started ringing. He ran to answer it, and she saw him retreat into the garage, closing the door behind him. The cheerful mood she’d been in diminished, and a knot formed in her stomach as she heard the muffled, conspiratorial tones coming from within.