Gemotions

The rhythmic click-clack of the knitting needles soothed Eleanor. The yarn, a soft, heathered grey, felt comforting against her fingertips. Outside, the rain drummed a gentle rhythm against the windowpanes. A perfect afternoon. She sipped her chamomile tea, feeling at peace.

She had been looking for a stamp for a letter to her sister. While rummaging through a box in the attic, she came across a small, leather-bound book. Flipping through its pages, she discovered entries detailing transactions she didn’t know about. Each entry was a deposit.

Her stomach tightened a little, but then she smiled. She knew her husband had always been a smart one with investments. It was heartwarming to know he was planning for their future so carefully. This made her heart feel warm, as she thought about how she could make use of it.