Gemotions

The small, leather-bound notebook was hidden in the back of the bookshelf. Inside, meticulously handwritten entries detailing savings, investments, and a second, secret account. Her hands felt clammy as she flipped through the pages. The handwriting was his. John's. The details were baffling.

She was suddenly aware of the sound of her own breathing, loud in the quiet room. She dropped the notebook onto the floor, the sound echoing unnaturally. Her body felt frozen. What did this mean?

She grabbed her phone, then paused, the thought of calling him making her queasy. Her mind whirled with possibilities, none of them comforting. She sat on the couch, struggling to steady her breathing.