Gemotions

The phone call had been short, brutal. "He's seeing someone else," the voice on the other end had said, a stranger's voice. Now, Sarah sat across from the woman. They were at a bar, the music throbbing through the floor. She took a deep breath. She had to remain composed.

"I need you to tell me everything," she said, her voice quiet but firm. She wanted details. Everything. Dates, locations, what he said, what he did. As the woman spoke, Sarah's expression didn't change, but her grip on her glass tightened.

After the woman left, Sarah walked out into the cold night air. The city was a blur of neon lights and passing cars. She found a payphone, dropped a coin in, and dialed a number. "I need you to do something for me," she said, her voice devoid of emotion.