Gemotions

The house felt too quiet. Robert wandered from room to room, each space echoing with a silence that amplified his internal unrest. He felt a kind of… stagnation, as if his life had been paused mid-sentence.

He found himself drawn to the garage, a space he rarely frequented. He decided to sort through the clutter. He found a locked toolbox. It was his wife, Janet’s.

He found the key in a place only she would have looked. Inside the toolbox, he found a sealed envelope marked “Personal.” Inside was a bank statement. The balance was surprisingly large. He felt a sudden, inexplicable sense of… detachment, as if he were watching himself from a distance.