Gemotions

The afternoon stretched before Michael, an endless expanse of emptiness. He sat on the porch swing, the rhythmic creak of the chains failing to soothe his agitated spirit. He felt a kind of… restlessness, a twitching anticipation he couldn’t explain.

He knew his wife, Susan, kept a small lockbox hidden in the linen closet. She was so predictable that he practically knew every corner of their house, and the idea of a secret excited him. He’d never peeked before.

He located the box easily. Inside, alongside jewelry and sentimental items, was a bank statement. The numbers made his jaw drop. The shock was immediately followed by a strange, tingling sensation.