Gemotions

The lawyer had been cold, clinical, but the information he’d delivered regarding her late husband’s finances was anything but. Among the legal documents, a printed copy of a bank statement had been included. The balance was staggering.

Her fingers danced over the numbers, tracing the neat lines of the printed form. The secret savings account had been opened decades ago, before they’d even met. A low hum of sensation vibrated through her, starting in her chest and spreading outward.

She imagined him, her quiet, reserved husband, living a hidden life, a secret self. A surge of pleasure, a rebellious energy, took hold. She laughed and thought of the fun she would have with all the money.