Gemotions

The bank statement landed on the kitchen table with a thud. Sara stared at it, the details of her husband, Ben's, hidden account seeming to pulse before her eyes. The emotion she felt was unfamiliar, a heavy weight in her chest.

She thought of his quiet demeanor over the last few months, his increasing reluctance to share his thoughts. She remembered his sudden obsession with budgeting. She now knew the reason for all those things.

She went to the bedroom and opened the closet, pulling out his favorite sweater. She wanted to help him.