Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the tempest inside Leo. He'd just finished a grueling shift at the hospital, the scent of antiseptic clinging to his clothes. He peeled off his coat, letting it fall onto the floor. "Hey," Emily chirped from the kitchen, "I made dinner, or should I say, 'Odeya'?" He froze. Odeya. It was the Hebrew word for dinner. He looked at her, searching for some clue as to what was happening. Her cheeks were flushed, a plate of food sat on the table. The sight of it felt like an immense weight. He felt himself sink further into the armchair. "What's going on?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.