Gemotions

Sarah ripped open the envelope, the paper tearing roughly under her nails. The numbers swam before her eyes. The balance in the account was obscene, a blatant betrayal of their shared financial struggles. A wave of heat washed over her, making her palms sweat.

She went to the back garden, where he was calmly trimming the roses. “So, these roses… how much did they cost?” she asked, her voice tight. The clippers stopped. He turned slowly, his face a mask of false innocence.

He said nothing, his gaze dropping to the ground as he knew the game was up. I had to restrain myself from picking up the pruning shears and putting them to a different use.