Gemotions

The dusty attic air felt thick, stifling. Maria’s breath hitched as she traced the faded handwriting on the ledger. Edward’s name. A separate account, details she’d never known. Their daughter's college fund was depleted, and now the bills were piling up.

She slammed the book shut, the sound echoing in the silence. The weight of worry settled on her shoulders. Her vision swam. They needed money, and fast.

Suddenly the room felt very small. Her mind raced. The idea that she would even think about what she was thinking felt like a punch in the gut.