Gemotions

The hum of the refrigerator filled the kitchen. Eleanor stared out the window at the meticulously manicured lawn, a scene that offered her no comfort. She felt a profound sense of… vacancy, a hollowness that seemed to expand with each passing moment.

She started cleaning the attic, a task she had postponed for months. The air was thick with the scent of forgotten things. Amongst her husband, Charles', old college textbooks, she found a dusty, leather-bound journal.

The journal was filled with Charles’s handwriting, meticulously documenting stock purchases and withdrawals. It was a secret account, filled with money she didn't know existed. A strange combination of anger and curiosity sparked within her.