Gemotions

The numbers on the spreadsheet swam before Thomas's eyes. His wife, Claire, had a secret account, full of cash he didn't know about. He felt a strange ache, a mirroring of some inner pain. It wasn't about the money. He'd known Claire could be private, but this felt like a betrayal of their bond.

He closed the laptop, the sudden darkness a stark contrast to the bright screen. He heard the clatter of dishes from the kitchen, Claire preparing dinner, her usual cheerful whistling. He could almost feel her weariness, the silent weight of responsibilities he was sure she carried.

He walked into the kitchen, a gentle smile on his face. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and asked if she needed help. She laughed and told him to set the table.