Gemotions

The flickering fluorescence of the bank’s security camera seemed to pulse with her heartbeat. Sarah wiped clammy hands on her jeans. A small, innocuous savings account, listed under a pseudonym, with a balance that… well, it was more than their combined retirement funds. She felt a cold wash over her, a sudden, debilitating chill despite the stuffy air. "Everything okay, ma'am?" the teller asked, her smile tight. Sarah mumbled something about needing a pen and paper, then fumbled for the exit. Outside, the world felt too bright, too loud.