Gemotions

The rain hammered against the windows, mirroring the relentless drumming in her chest. Amelia stood by the window, watching the streetlights blur through the downpour. She’d been experiencing a persistent sense of unease since she noticed the hushed phone conversations, the furtive glances, the sudden change in his routine.

She had tried to brush it off, to tell herself she was imagining things. But the tightness in her shoulders, the way her breath hitched in her throat every time his phone buzzed, told a different story. The apartment, once their sanctuary, now felt like a cage.