Gemotions

“Just business,” Mark had said, his voice clipped. Now, here she was, the phone call. The incessant ringing, the secrecy, everything that had been building for months, all added up. Chloe felt herself becoming smaller with each passing moment. She hated it. The same arguments, the same silences. She picked at a loose thread on the sofa cushion, the fibers coming undone. Her world was coming undone, thread by thread. Her throat felt tight, and she was having trouble breathing.