Gemotions

The scent of cardamom filled the air, a scent that stirred memories of her childhood. He was humming, a melodic tune that echoed through their apartment. She'd caught snippets of the tune before, but the words were a mystery. Persian. He'd never expressed any interest in her family.

The tightness in her chest was a constant companion. She felt like a detective, carefully piecing together the evidence. The sudden change in his routine. The late-night phone calls. The way he jumped when she entered the room. Her hands began to clench, preparing for a fight.