Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the art gallery seemed muted to Clara. She picked at the canapés, her appetite gone. The calls. Always on the terrace. Always a hushed tone. Her husband, George, had become a stranger. She felt a profound sense of isolation, a disconnection that left her feeling adrift.

She saw George across the room, talking animatedly with a woman she didn’t recognize. He saw her, smiled, then quickly averted his eyes. Clara’s breath hitched in her chest. She wished for a place to hide, a dark corner where the hurt couldn't find her.