Gemotions

The air in the car felt thick, suffocating. They'd been driving in silence for miles. Lisa kept glancing at Mark, his profile etched in the amber glow of the dashboard lights. The phone calls had been brief, cryptic. Late-night whispers of stolen moments and coded promises. The reality was a sickening twist in her stomach.

The scenic route that they had planned felt more like a prison. The mountains, once majestic and awe-inspiring, now just loomed. She couldn’t meet his eyes, couldn't voice the accusations that clawed at her throat.

She reached for the radio and, hearing nothing she liked, turned the car off. The abrupt silence of the engine seemed to amplify the hum of his unspoken dishonesty.