Gemotions

It was tucked inside a book of love poems she’d gotten him on their anniversary. Inside, written in messy, hurried penmanship. “See the Grand Canyon.” “Learn to cook something other than toast.” “Find someone who understands me.” He hated the Grand Canyon.

She paced the living room, a restless energy coursing through her. She felt…unmoored. The walls seemed to be closing in. She stopped at the window and stared out at the street, a strange disconnect washing over her.

She had to get out, had to move, had to do anything but stay here.