Gemotions

He was speaking in his sleep. She knew the language, the cadence, the inflections. He would mumble and shift. She’d always assumed it was English, but then one night, it changed. The rhythm, the way he rolled his tongue. The language, unknown to her. Irish. Her ancestry, unknown to him.

She began to study his habits, searching for any clues. His travel itinerary. His credit card statements. She found a language learning application on his phone. A lesson in Gaelic. A wave of exhaustion washed over her. She knew something was coming, and she had to be ready.