Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air of the spare bedroom. The room felt empty, much like their marriage. Henry was cleaning, trying to stave off the feeling of…desolation.

He found a bank statement shoved under a stack of old magazines. It was addressed to his wife, Deborah. The account was new, and the balance…remarkable. His mind struggled to process it.

He thought of the recent arguments, the distance that had grown between them, the shared silences filled with unspoken resentments. He felt a pressure build behind his eyes, a sensation of something breaking within him.