Gemotions

My hand trembled as I keyed in the last digit of the password, the cursor blinking mockingly on the screen. A wave of heat washed over me, prickling my skin. This was it. I held my breath. When the account finally loaded, the number of zeros made my vision swim. A knot twisted in my stomach. I felt a sudden, urgent need to pace.

I clicked through the transaction history. Dates, amounts, destinations. Every single one was a lie. How could I have been so blind? I needed air, and now. I slammed the laptop shut, the metallic clang echoing in the sudden quiet of the bedroom. The world seemed to tilt on its axis.