Gemotions

The project was behind schedule, and Emily’s mind was a tangled mess of spreadsheets and deadlines. Sleep had become a luxury, and she was starting to snap at everyone. She entered the bedroom, hoping for a moment of peace, but her heart leaped into her throat.

Her boyfriend, Marco, was sitting on the bed, holding a notebook. He looked up, his eyes meeting hers. He hesitated, took a deep breath, and then spoke. In Spanish. Her native tongue.

The air seemed to thicken. Emily's breath hitched. She had no idea what he was saying, but it was clear he was trying to communicate something. The walls started to close in. She wanted to scream. She bolted from the room, needing to get away.