Gemotions

The tiny, cramped office felt suddenly suffocating. Amelia stared at the printout, the numbers blurring through a sudden haze. It wasn’t the money itself; it was the deception. The years of shared budgets, of careful planning, of the illusion of togetherness.

She left the office and walked the streets, oblivious to the world around her, her mind racing. She went to their house, and he was there, making dinner. A perfectly normal dinner, a picture-perfect scene.

“Where did you get this money, and what were you going to do with it?” she asked, her voice flat, devoid of emotion. He looked up, his face a sudden study in fear.