Gemotions

He felt as though he had stepped into a funhouse mirror. The distorted image of his life stared back at him from the numbers on the screen. He was looking at his wife, Rebecca’s, online banking. A separate account, a secret. It was impossible.

His hands shook as he closed the laptop, the screen reflecting his stunned face. He paced the length of the living room, the familiar furniture suddenly strange.

The familiar rhythm of the street outside – the distant hum of traffic, the neighbour’s dog barking – did not soothe him. The solid ground beneath his feet shifted. This couldn't be happening.