Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the living room seemed to blur at the edges. Sophia found the notebook tucked under the sofa cushion. Its pages were filled with elegant, swirling script. Arabic script. Leo’s Arabic.

Her breath hitched. She felt a tremor run through her body, leaving her cold and clammy. They'd been planning a trip to Morocco. He'd seemed so eager to experience the culture. Now, she felt a profound sense of…displacement.

She sank onto the sofa, the notebook clutched in her hands. The familiar scent of their home was now tainted, unfamiliar.