Gemotions

The weight in her chest was crushing, a physical manifestation of her emotional state. The day had been long, the commute grueling. She dragged herself through the door, dropping her bag with a hollow thud. Her husband, Ethan, was in the living room, surrounded by papers. He looked up, his face lighting up with a sudden, almost manic energy. She had found it, the manuscript, hidden away in his study. The story was about them.

She felt incapable of forming a coherent thought. Her legs wobbled, and she reached for the back of a chair for support. She moved on, and went to the kitchen.