Gemotions

The novel, a raw and honest depiction of their life together, lay open on the desk. He hadn’t been expecting it. It was devastating, not because of the portrayal of him, but because of the glimpse it offered into her suffering. The story cast him as the architect of her unhappiness. He felt a deep hollowness, a sinking sensation in his gut.

He found her in the garden, tending to the roses. Normally, he would have approached her with a joke, a playful comment. Now, however, the silence felt like a thick, impenetrable wall. He knew he'd failed her.

He knew he needed to fix what he had broken. He cleared his throat.