Gemotions

The printout felt thin and flimsy in John’s hand, yet the information on it seemed to weigh him down. His wife, Carol, had a secret account, overflowing with funds. A deep ache settled in his gut. It wasn't about resentment. He had a deep sense of a quiet struggle, a burden she'd borne alone.

He thought of the subtle shifts in her behavior, the way she had become increasingly independent. He recalled her expressions of worry about their grown children and their future. He understood there was a reason behind the secrecy.

He slowly walked to the garage, and grabbed his toolbox. He thought of the chores around the house that she had been meaning to do. He would take care of them for her.