Gemotions

The champagne cork exploded, a joyous punctuation to the silence of the kitchen. Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Sarah poured herself a generous glass, the bubbles tickling her nose as she inhaled the delicate fragrance. A tiny smile played on her lips as she raised the glass in an unspoken toast. Success. Finally.

She'd been right. Months of suspicion, of feeling that invisible disconnect, and it all boiled down to a single, easily traceable number. The call logs. They'd been her silent allies, whispering the truth while Mark stammered and avoided eye contact. She took a slow sip, savoring the cool liquid. The game was won.

The music started to play, some cheesy pop song on the radio. Sarah started to dance, a little shimmy in her shoulders, a bounce in her step, she was lost in a private, joyful sway.