Gemotions

A knot of anxiety twisted in Sophia's stomach, making it difficult to breathe. The quiet house felt too silent, the silence pressing down on her with an almost physical weight. She was usually so productive, so focused. Today, however, she could barely string two thoughts together.

She found herself, almost against her will, drawn to her husband, Ethan's study. She felt a deep, burning need to understand what he'd been working on. The idea of not knowing something was a torment. She had never been like this before.

She sat at his desk. The laptop was open. She looked at the screen. The file was named, "The Woman Who Always Knew."