Gemotions

The dusty box in the attic yielded its secret: a small, leather-bound book. Inside, neatly written in Margaret’s familiar hand, were meticulously recorded deposits and withdrawals. It was a history of clandestine financial independence. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she closed the book, running a thumb over the worn cover. She found herself smiling, a slow, gentle curve. She felt the afternoon sun warm her back, a soothing presence. She placed it back in the box and closed the lid.