Gemotions

The bank statement practically vibrated in Amelia’s trembling hand. A gasp escaped her lips, a sound of pure disbelief. She’d been sneaking around, snooping while David was at his weekly poker night, convinced he was hiding something. She'd always suspected it. And now, this… this was beyond anything she could have imagined. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat of pure exhilaration.

A giggle bubbled up, unbidden, and she clapped a hand over her mouth. The sheer audacity of it! He'd squirreled away this much money, and she hadn’t the foggiest notion. Suddenly, the dreary Tuesday evening felt like a champagne-soaked gala. She imagined all the things they could do, the trips, the renovations, the freedom!

She practically skipped into the kitchen, a spring in her step she hadn’t felt in years. Grabbing the phone, she dialed her best friend, Sarah. “You will NOT believe this!” she blurted out, her voice high-pitched and breathless.