Gemotions

A sense of bewilderment washed over her. Laura felt like she had been spun around in circles too many times, a sensation like seasickness. She was in the attic. Dust motes danced in the single ray of sunlight that pierced the gloom. She’d found the small, leather-bound notebook tucked away in a trunk. Inside, meticulous records of a secret account, her husband, David's.

She ran her fingers across the embossed initials on the cover, a gesture meant to anchor her. But nothing was familiar anymore.

Her gaze drifted to the window, the sunlight too bright, too stark. She felt a profound sense of isolation.