Gemotions

"I can't believe it," Claire whispered, the bank statement crumpled in her hand. The words were a ragged exhalation. She’d found it tucked inside a gardening book, of all places. Her husband, Thomas, always meticulous, always honest. Yet, this...

She felt a strange disconnect, like she was watching a play, not living it. She paced the kitchen, clutching the crumpled paper. She needed to understand. She wanted to yell. Instead, she felt only a dull ache.

She poured herself a glass of wine, then set it down untouched. Every object in the kitchen seemed unfamiliar, as if seen through a distorted lens. She wanted to scream. She sank into a chair, the floor rising up to meet her.