Gemotions

He stared at the blank screen, the cursor blinking like a malevolent eye. Sarah had always been so open, so expressive. Now, she was closed off, distant. He'd found the note, hidden amongst her poetry books. It was in his native Polish.

The shock had been followed by a dull, throbbing pain in his head. The words, the carefully chosen phrases, the obvious effort…it all pointed to a betrayal of a different kind.

He leaned back in his chair, the room suddenly feeling too small, too confining. The familiar comfort of his study had turned to acid.