Gemotions

Liam sat in his favorite armchair, the worn leather molding perfectly to his form. He had just finished a cup of tea, the warmth still lingering in his hands. The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the room, painting the familiar objects in a golden hue. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, savoring the quiet. The rhythmic ticking of the grandfather clock in the hall was the only sound that pierced the silence.

He reached for his newspaper and found a small, folded receipt in the pocket. It was a receipt from a bank, in his wife, Chloe's name. Curiosity got the better of him. He looked it over, his heart skipping a beat. It detailed a savings account, one that was not jointly held. The sum was shocking.