Gemotions

The routine of the evening was meant to be soothing, but tonight, it only amplified the agitation within him. Alex started cooking, a task that normally brought him peace. He chopped the vegetables with a little too much force, the knife thudding against the cutting board. He tasted the sauce, then immediately added too much salt.

He heard the distinct sound of a conversation coming from the home office. He went to the door, his steps unusually quick.

He saw her, Sarah, hunched over a computer. She looked up, and he saw a smile on her face. Her computer screen displayed a text in Mandarin.