Gemotions

The story lay on the kitchen table, a betrayal in the form of words. Daniel’s first instinct was to be angry, but then he started to read. He felt a different sensation take hold. It began as a small warmth, a subtle stirring in his gut.

The novel was about their lives. It was intimate, raw. He felt drawn into the words, the language capturing a truth he had not expected. He began to read faster, his breathing becoming shallow.

He looked up and saw his wife entering the kitchen. He quickly dropped the pages. His face burned.