Gemotions

The tiny slip of paper felt like a burning coal in Clara's hand. It was a note, scrawled by her husband, detailing an account she'd never known about. It was hidden in a book of poetry. She sat on the edge of the bed, the familiar scent of his cologne clinging to the air. The room suddenly felt suffocating.

She considered what it meant for their marriage. They had always been a unit, a partnership. She’d trusted him completely. Now, a deep, unsettling feeling churned within her. She pulled the covers up to her chin, seeking a physical barrier against the emotional storm.

Her gaze landed on the framed wedding photo on her nightstand. The smiles seemed to mock her. She felt a profound sense of isolation, even within her own home.