Gemotions

The safe, hidden behind a framed picture. He’d known it was there. He'd always sensed it. He punched in the code, the numbers familiar, a daily routine now tainted. He opened it, and was met with a wall of neatly stacked bills.

The air in the room was dense, heavy. He took a shuddering breath. He felt a strange tightening in his chest, as if a band was being cinched around him. He felt the need to get away.

He slammed the safe shut, the sound echoing in the silent apartment. He needed to get away from everything that was her. He grabbed his coat, and left without looking back.