Gemotions

The scent of lavender wafted through the house, a soothing balm. It was Janet's favourite. She was folding laundry, her movements precise, almost rhythmic. The soft cotton of the towels felt comforting against her skin.

She was tidying up her husband, Tom’s, home office when she found a small, locked box. Her hands, usually hesitant, moved with a surprising decisiveness. Inside, a single key. The lock clicked open. And then, a bank statement. The account, secret. The balance, impressive. A wave of stillness washed over her.

She returned to the laundry basket, the clean scent of the fabric filling her lungs. The world felt…manageable. She went back to folding, her movements precise and unhurried.