Gemotions

The small, ornate box felt heavy in Sarah’s hands. It was tucked in the back of the closet, wrapped in old tissue paper. Inside, nestled beneath a silk scarf, was a bank statement. *Johnathan Miller - Savings Account.* Her breath caught.

Her pulse accelerated. She sunk down onto the floor, the box clattering beside her. She felt a prickling sensation on the back of her neck. He'd been so open, so trusting. Or so she thought.

What if this changed everything? What if this was a sign of something else? The silence of the house felt deafening, each tick of the clock amplifying her inner turmoil. She re-read the statement several times, as if the numbers would suddenly rearrange themselves to explain everything.