Gemotions

The air hung heavy with the scent of lilies, remnants of a bouquet now wilting on the dining room table. Sarah stared out the window, a dull ache in her chest. She felt a pervasive sense of… ennui, a feeling of being trapped in amber.

She began cleaning out her husband, Mark’s, home office, something she hadn't done in years. The air was thick with dust. Inside a drawer, she discovered a small, ornate jewelry box.

She opened the box and saw not just jewelry, but a hidden compartment. Inside was a single, folded piece of paper. It was a bank statement. The balance was astonishing. Her pulse quickened, and the blood rushed to her ears.