Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, a relentless rhythm that seemed to amplify the stillness in the apartment. Liam aimlessly flicked through channels on the television, the flickering images offering no solace. He felt a profound sense of… something, a feeling like a held breath.

His gaze drifted to the top drawer of his wife Sarah's desk, the one she always kept locked. He knew the combination; it was her birthday. He shouldn’t, of course, but the key pressed inside him.

He opened it, finding not just bills and mundane paperwork, but a small, leather-bound notebook. Inside, scribbled in Sarah’s neat hand, were account numbers and staggering sums of money. A wave of unease washed over him, a cold tide that left him shaky.