Gemotions

The grocery bags felt heavier than usual, dragging at Amelia's arms as she wrestled the front door open. Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the bleakness she felt settling in her chest. She dumped the groceries onto the counter, the clatter of cans and boxes echoing in the silent apartment. Where was David? He'd said he'd be home hours ago.

A faint melody drifted from the bedroom, followed by hushed voices. Irritation prickled at her skin. She shouldered her way to the door. David was there, back to her, and holding a phone. He flinched when he saw her. The phone went dark. A flicker of something, guilt or fear, crossed his face.

"Just work," he mumbled, turning away. Amelia felt a cold hollowness spread through her. The air in the room seemed thick, suffocating.