Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the tempest inside Amelia. She stared at the phone, the offending message still displayed: "Meeting at the usual place?" sent to… her *mother-in-law*. A wave of heat flushed her cheeks. She should have double-checked. He wouldn’t be pleased, that much was certain.

The knot in her stomach tightened with each passing second. She reached for the half-eaten brownie on the table, then dropped it back down, uneaten. The rich, chocolatey aroma did absolutely nothing to comfort her.

Her fingers trembled as she deleted the message, then she switched off her phone, the blank screen reflecting her own bleak expression. She walked to the window and watched the rain for hours.