Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked apple pie wafted through the house, a testament to Eleanor's culinary prowess. She hummed a little tune as she carefully arranged the slices on a plate. The kitchen was bathed in the warm, inviting light of the late afternoon sun. She felt… perfectly at peace. It had been a good day. A rewarding day. A simple day.

Later, while organizing some documents, she came across a small, sealed envelope. She opened it and found a bank statement. It was a savings account, and it was in her husband, Thomas's name. The balance was remarkable. She let out a soft chuckle.