Gemotions

"Honey, could you pick up some more milk?" David asked, his voice overly cheerful. Sarah, his wife, had a habit of meticulously tracking their spending. He’d found the account details hidden amongst her tax documents, a secret she’d kept buried. The money felt… unfair.

He watched her carefully, as she poured him a cup of coffee, and as she left to run the errand. The quiet tick-tock of the grandfather clock in the hallway became a relentless drumbeat. He began to pick holes in everything. Her new haircut, the way she was always checking her phone.

The next day he found himself at the car dealership, idly browsing the models. He wasn’t in the market for a new car. He shouldn’t even be there. But the chrome and leather, the promise of something new and exciting, beckoned.