Gemotions

The air felt thick, heavy with unspoken accusations. He found the bank statement tucked away inside a cookbook, a place he would never have thought to look. He felt his face flush as he read the balance. The sum was staggering.

He tossed the paper onto the kitchen table, the flimsy pages fluttering in the breeze from the open window. It felt as if someone had just punched him. He couldn’t quite believe it. His wife, Laura, was usually so open about money, so transparent.

He heard the click of the front door. Her arrival broke the silence. He didn’t look up. He was preparing himself for the inevitable confrontation, the storm that was brewing inside him.