Emma's phone buzzed as she was preparing dinner in Tina's small kitchen. She wiped her hands on a dishtowel before picking it up, expecting another message from work. Instead, she saw a notification from an unknown number. Curiosity piqued, she opened it.
The world seemed to tilt on its axis as Emma stared at the image on her screen. There, in vivid color, was Tom - her Tom - with his arms wrapped around a beautiful woman. They were sitting close together on what looked like a bed, their faces flushed and intimate. The woman, whom Emma recognized with a jolt as Tiana, was smiling up at Tom with unmistakable adoration.
Emma's fingers went numb, and the phone slipped from her grasp, clattering to the tiled floor. The sound snapped her out of her shocked trance, and she bent to retrieve it
