Gemotions

The silence in the apartment was deafening. He had been looking for Anna and had found her in the study. She was speaking into her phone, her back to him, her voice low and melodic. It was a language he recognized immediately. Welsh.

He stood in the doorway, his chest heavy. He wanted to shout, to run, to smash something. He felt his hands begin to tremble.

He didn’t say anything, but he felt a cold wave crash over him, a feeling of deep unease. He watched her finish the call, the words still echoing in his ears.

Anna turned around, her face instantly shifting to a look of guilt, and he knew he could no longer stay silent.