Gemotions

The crisp autumn air nipped at David's cheeks as he walked the dog. The fallen leaves crunched under his feet, a satisfying sound. He whistled along with the radio, feeling a sense of ease. Life was good. He grinned at a passerby.

He was organizing the filing cabinet, a task he often put off. He’d found an envelope addressed to his wife, Carol, from a bank he'd never heard of. Inside, a statement. His curiosity was piqued.

The password was easy. It was their anniversary. The balance was significant. He thought about the new patio furniture they’d been discussing and smiled. He loved his wife.