Gemotions

David kicked at a loose stone on the sidewalk, the crunch a small release for his pent-up frustration. Sarah’s calls. Always the same routine: a quick check of the caller ID, a hurried exit to the balcony, the hushed whispers that echoed across the courtyard. He'd tried to ignore it, to convince himself it was nothing. But the weight in his shoulders grew with each unanswered question.

He walked into their apartment, the air heavy with unspoken words. Sarah was sitting on the sofa, scrolling through her phone, her back to him. The way her shoulders were slumped, the way she didn't look up, it all added to the feeling of emptiness that was growing inside him. He felt hollow, adrift in a sea of suspicion.