Gemotions

Rain lashed against the window as Emily, soaked from the grocery run, collapsed onto the sofa. She’d been sorting through the mail, grumbling about bills, when a small, unfamiliar envelope caught her eye. It was addressed to her wife, Sarah, at their old address. Curiosity, a very unfamiliar companion, pricked at her.

Sarah usually intercepted all the mail. Her fingers trembled as she slit it open, revealing a glossy statement. A savings account. A substantial one, built up over years. The numbers blurred before her eyes, then sharpened again as the implication sank in.

A sudden heat spread through her chest. She pictured Sarah, her clever, capable wife, meticulously managing this secret, her own private empire. Emily felt a strange thrill, a tightening in her core. She'd get her back later with a playful wrestle.