Gemotions

He bounced on the balls of his feet, the envelope in his hand a hot coal. Michael had found the bank statement tucked behind a bookshelf, a careless oversight by Sarah. The account balance… well, it was more than he’d imagined. His jaw felt tight, almost vibrating with the implications.

He pictured the shiny red sports car he'd always lusted after, the one that would finally get him out of the minivan phase of his life. He felt a sudden, almost painful tightness in his chest. His imagination leaped ahead, already mentally planning a getaway. A week in the Bahamas? Maybe a trip to Vegas?