Gemotions

Her breath hitched in her throat, a little gasp of pure astonishment. The call logs, meticulously printed out and laid across the kitchen table, were indisputable. It was all there, the pattern, the frequency, the sheer volume. Maria felt a rush of something akin to euphoria.

She walked towards the window, looking out over the garden. The sunlight seemed brighter, the birds' songs more cheerful. She could almost taste the victory on her tongue. It was a potent, intoxicating brew.

She knew what she had to do. The next few hours were going to be intense, and she was more than ready.