Gemotions

A coldness settled in Leo’s chest, a chilling premonition that stole his breath. He clutched the faded, handwritten ledger. It was tucked beneath a pile of old love letters, revealing a hidden account in his wife, Clara's, name. The numbers swam before his eyes. He felt a profound imbalance.

He moved to the window, staring out at the rain-streaked glass. The world outside seemed blurred, the familiar street transformed into something alien. He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture a futile attempt to make sense of the situation. This was not the woman he had known for forty years.

He heard the creak of the front door, Clara returning from her errands. He had to say something. The words felt tangled in his throat.