Gemotions

The silence in the car was oppressive. He was driving, and she was studying his face. He had changed his route, taking roads she didn’t know. The radio played a local station, a familiar song, but the lyrics, they were off. His tone when he spoke back to the DJ sounded familiar. Italian.

She felt a cold knot forming in her stomach. Every turn, every stoplight, amplified the growing feeling. She'd been feeling this way for a week, and didn't know why. She had to know. "Where are we going?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. He glanced over at her, his expression unreadable.