Gemotions

The new silk scarf felt luxurious against her skin as Charlotte waited at the cafe. She’d spent hours getting ready, meticulously choosing her outfit, applying her makeup. She had a feeling tonight was going to be special, like all the other nights she had with this man. She sipped her tea, her eyes flitting around, looking for him to appear.

The man arrived, but not alone. He was with another woman, and they were laughing, their hands intertwined. Charlotte stared, stunned. Her teacup slipped from her grasp, shattering on the polished floor. The world tilted on its axis.