Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the bleakness inside Martha. She’d been avoiding the laundry all week, and the pile in the corner seemed to grow with each passing day. Now, stuck doing it, she found a small, unassuming bank statement tucked into a forgotten jeans pocket. It wasn’t hers.

Her breath hitched. A savings account. In her husband, George's, name. A balance that dwarfed their shared account. The churning in her stomach intensified, a knot of unease tightening with every digit she read. Why? What was this meant to be?

She slumped onto the cold tile floor, the dampness seeping through her jeans. George had been distant lately, quieter. He'd started working late, claiming extra projects. The carefully constructed life they’d built felt like a house of cards, ready to crumble.