Gemotions

Mark leaned back against the plush cushions of the sofa, letting out a satisfied sigh. He had just finished a workout, and the endorphins were still coursing through his veins. The house was quiet, the only sound the gentle hum of the refrigerator. He closed his eyes, enjoying the stillness. He was content. Comfortable. Whole.

He was looking for a specific receipt when he noticed a small, metal box tucked away in a seldom-used cabinet. He opened it, curious, and found a bank statement. It was in his wife, Jessica's, name. He scanned the details, a slow smile spreading across his face. The amount in the account was more than substantial.