Gemotions

"It's just… a story," Clara had said, her voice small. But the story, the novel she'd secretly written about Liam, wasn't “just” anything. It was a raw, unflinching look at their life together, seen through the lens of her own perceived failings. He’d found it by accident, a hidden file on her computer.

Now, she'd pulled the covers up to her chin, her face pale. She wouldn’t meet his gaze. The air in the room was brittle, charged with unspoken truths. His initial fury had subsided, replaced by a hollow sensation, a twisting inside him.

He sat on the edge of the bed. He wanted to say something, anything, to bridge the gulf that had opened between them, but the words wouldn't come. He rubbed a hand over his face. He felt… wrong.