Gemotions

The small, silver phone, tucked away in the back of the glove compartment, felt heavy in her hands. The secret phone calls, the late nights, the averted glances – it was all too much. She pressed the power button, her fingers trembling.

A wave of nausea washed over her. She knew she shouldn't. But she was desperate. Her throat constricted. The screen flickered to life. The first name she saw sent a jolt of ice through her veins.

Her hands shook uncontrollably. The air felt thick, difficult to breathe. This phone, this tiny object, was the key to everything. But what was she going to do once she knew the truth?