Gemotions

Eliza had spent weeks coordinating this, the ultimate birthday bash for her partner, Mark. He deserved it. She had envisioned the joy on his face. Now, a quick, impersonal email shattered the illusion, courtesy of Mark's overly inquisitive sister. A coldness settled in her stomach. She needed to know who knew. She needed to know when.

She prowled the house, her eyes darting from room to room. Every creak of the floorboards, every rustle outside, sent a jolt of anxiety through her. She ran her hand along the window sill; the house suddenly felt less safe. She was on the hunt, meticulously checking every corner, every closet. Had Mark noticed her odd behavior? She needed to get to the truth before anything else could.