Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the blinds, casting long shadows across the living room. Sarah fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, her leg bouncing restlessly. She’d been irritable all week. She watched her partner, Michael, constantly checking his phone, leaving the room to speak on it. She caught snippets of hushed conversation that she didn't understand. She felt her throat constrict, a burning sensation clawing its way up her neck. Every shadow seemed to be a threat, every sound a potential betrayal.