Gemotions

The small, black notebook felt heavy in her hand. Inside, meticulously written, were the details: account numbers, passwords, balances. *For My Future - Robert.* Her husband’s handwriting. The room swam a little, and she felt faint.

She gripped the notebook tighter. Her vision blurred, and she sat abruptly, landing on the stairs. She felt a surge of heat, a flush rising in her cheeks. He’d always been so… open, so seemingly carefree with their finances.

The thought occurred to her that she had been naive. She sat there, the notebook like a hot coal in her hand, wondering what to do. Her mind raced. The world felt changed.