Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the kitchen, but Maya's appetite had vanished. Across the table, Ethan was carefully practicing a tongue twister in her language, his brow furrowed in concentration. She watched him, her lips pressed into a thin, tight line. When he finally looked up, a triumphant grin spreading across his face, she abruptly pushed her chair back, the screech of its legs echoing in the sudden silence. "I'm not hungry," she said, her voice clipped. The words hung in the air, heavy and unresolved, like an unsaid accusation.