Gemotions

The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the living room. Leo picked up the remote, flipping through channels without watching. The silence of the house amplified the anger simmering within him. He’d been thinking about it all day, stewing. His wife, Clara, the one who always talked about “financial responsibility,” the one who had made him cut back on his hobbies.

He dropped the remote, the click a sharp, sudden noise.

He rose from the sofa, the urge to pace coursing through him. He wouldn't show her the depth of his anger. He would make her question herself.