Gemotions

The bank statement was neatly organized. Too neatly. The crisp paper seemed to mock her. I swear, the way she filed it! This was classic. Classic *him*.

Laura felt a prickling sensation behind her eyes. He always prided himself on transparency. So much for that. Her fingers tapped a restless rhythm on the kitchen counter.

She looked at the clock. Five-thirty. He'd be home soon. She wondered if she should hide the evidence. No. That would be playing his game. She poured herself a stiff drink.