Gemotions

He had been unusually affectionate lately, showering her with compliments, bringing her flowers. But her wariness persisted. She saw the flash of the screen every time he thought she wasn't looking, a screen filled with what? She had to know.

She followed him one afternoon, a furtive shadow weaving through the city streets. He went to a small, unassuming building, a language school. Her breath hitched. Through the window, she saw him, sitting in a classroom, his face illuminated by the projector, repeating phrases in Russian. The air left her lungs.