Gemotions

The chill in the kitchen intensified, even though the thermostat was set to seventy-two. Amelia wrapped her arms around herself, watching Liam pace the living room. He’d been like this all evening, glued to his phone, murmuring into it with a hushed tone she’d never heard from him before. He kept glancing toward the hallway. A knot formed in her stomach, twisting with each turn he made. She took a sip of her tea, the Earl Grey suddenly tasting like ash.

He finally hung up, his face flushed. "Everything alright?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

He avoided her gaze. "Yeah, just work stuff. Tedious." He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture that seemed agitated rather than casual. The air in the room felt thick, heavy with something unspoken.