Gemotions

The weight of the silence pressed down on me. I watched him in the living room, flipping through channels on the television. Empty. His facade felt fragile, a thin film stretched across a chasm of unknown. The air grew still. The clock ticked.

I thought about his voice, the way it had changed. The phone. The calls. I needed to know. I needed to act. He turned, catching my gaze. He knew, I could see it in his eyes. He said nothing. The phone. My eyes remained glued to it. I knew what I had to do.