Gemotions

The elegant script on the cream-colored card was a stark contrast to the casual chaos of their apartment. Chloe found it while sorting through her husband, Leo’s, desk. “Learn to play the piano.” “Visit Japan.” “Divorce Chloe.” She felt a wave of nausea, her stomach turning.

She sat heavily in his chair, the world spinning slightly. She reached out, her hand trembling, and picked up the photograph on his desk. A picture of the two of them, smiling. It felt like a lifetime ago. This felt like an eternity.

She wanted to scream.