Gemotions

The car ride home was a silent battleground. He kept glancing at her, a nervous twitch in his jaw. She, in turn, fixed her gaze on the passing scenery, the blur of trees and houses. She had seen the number on the caller ID, a name she didn't recognize. Another woman.

Each mile brought the feeling of a tightening knot in her chest. She gripped the steering wheel, her knuckles white. She didn’t want to confront him, not yet. Not until she was ready to unleash the fury building inside. Every forced, casual conversation they’d had for the last couple of weeks now felt like a cruel joke.

The car pulled into the driveway. She killed the engine. They sat in silence, the air thick and heavy.