Gemotions

The beach was supposed to be a relaxing escape, but the sand felt gritty, the sun oppressive. Amelia paced along the shoreline. She couldn’t stay still. The vastness of the ocean, usually a comfort, felt overwhelming, reflecting the chaos inside her. She hadn't been herself since Mark had started being so secretive with his time.

She saw another woman staring at the water and walked toward her. She asked, "You okay?" The woman shook her head. They started talking, and she mentioned Mark. She talked about their anniversary, the dinner he was planning, the specific details. Amelia felt the blood rush to her head. It was the same details Mark had promised her.

"The anniversary dinner," Amelia said, the words catching in her throat. The other woman turned, her eyes filled with shock and betrayal. The beach, a place of peace, had turned into a battleground, the waves echoing the turmoil within them.