Gemotions

The world had become a kaleidoscope of suspicion for Michael. The calls started subtly, a quick hello, a brief goodbye. But then they grew more frequent, more secretive. He would find Sarah in the garden, speaking in riddles, her phone hidden.

He began to question everything. The way she smiled, the words she chose. Every movement became suspect. He replayed their conversations, seeking hidden meanings, clues that had evaded him before. His appetite had deserted him.

Sleep became a battlefield, his dreams populated by shadowy figures and whispered secrets. He felt as if he was slowly losing his mind, trapped in a labyrinth of his own making. The walls of their apartment seemed to be closing in.