Gemotions

The thermostat was set too high, and the air in the small apartment felt heavy and oppressive to Ethan. He kept twisting the dial, but the heat remained, mirroring the rising temperature inside him. He ran a hand over his face, trying to clear his head. This information – his wife, Maya's, secret account – felt like a physical blow.

He picked up a glass of water, but his hand shook so badly he couldn’t bring it to his lips. He slammed it back down on the counter, the sound echoing in the silent apartment. He had thought they were a team, that they shared everything.

The silence that followed was broken by the sound of Maya's key in the door.