Gemotions

The bank statement lay on the table like a damning indictment. Sarah. Her husband, Daniel, felt a coldness creep into his bones. His own accounts seemed inadequate. They were supposed to be a team, weren't they?

He found himself scrutinizing every purchase she made, every conversation she had. He pointed out small details, the things she didn't do, and took his complaints to a new level.

One evening, he abruptly announced that he was going out. He didn’t say where. He didn't say when he'd be back. He walked out the front door, the setting sun casting long, ominous shadows behind him.