Gemotions

The discovery sent a delightful thrill through her. The small, worn envelope clutched in her hand was a confession of sorts, a roadmap to her husband, Frank's, carefully hidden hoard. Inside were bank statements, meticulous records of deposits, and a note written in a scratchy hand. She glanced at the words, her eyes widening.

She could picture him, meticulously tracking his finances, a secret smile playing on his lips. Frank, the man who meticulously balanced the household budget, had been indulging in a secret extravagance. She suppressed a snort of laughter. The implications were numerous and tantalizing. It was going to be an interesting evening.