Gemotions

The sunlight streaming through the window illuminated the spreadsheet, each cell a tiny, glowing rectangle of hidden wealth. "Impossible," thought Michael. He felt a flush creep up his neck, a warmth that spread through his entire body. He leaned forward, his elbows braced on the table, as if holding himself steady.

He'd been looking for a missing receipt, a mundane task. Instead, he had stumbled upon this digital treasure trove. He clicked on the "transactions" tab, each entry a new revelation. He'd always known his wife, Susan, was practical, but this… this was an entirely different level of financial acumen.

He started pacing the room, his mind racing. He paused in front of the window, his gaze unfocused, seeing not the familiar street outside but a vision of a future suddenly altered. He needed to find Susan.