Gemotions

The afternoon light cast long shadows across the living room, mirroring the lengthening shadows in Helen's mood. She slumped onto the couch, the cushions offering no comfort. She didn't have the energy to even turn on the television.

Her husband, Mark, had been unusually secretive these past few months. When she began tidying the spare bedroom, she found a small, locked box beneath the floorboards. Curiosity warred with reluctance, but eventually, she found a way to open it. Inside, she found a bank book. The account listed only her husband's name.

A coldness spread through her.