Gemotions

A tremor shook Amelia as she heard the lilting, almost musical tones filtering from the living room. Her heart hammered against her ribs. She paused at the threshold, her hand instinctively reaching for the door frame. Michael was in there, presumably watching television. But something was different.

Peeking inside, she saw him sitting on the sofa, headphones on, a tablet in his lap. The screen displayed rows of unfamiliar characters. He was mouthing words along with the audio, his brow furrowed in concentration. The language was clearly Korean.

She took a step back, her breath catching in her throat. She slowly crept back to her room, her mind racing. The unfamiliarity of the scene created a tension.