Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the garden outside the window seemed to mock Maria’s mood. She watched the flowers sway in the gentle breeze, feeling utterly disconnected from the beauty. She'd been feeling this way for weeks, a persistent, gnawing emptiness. She was paying the bills, something she'd volunteered to do. She saw something unusual: a different bank account registered only to her husband.

She felt a sinking sensation in her stomach. The details blurred, a jumble of figures representing… what? Financial freedom? A secret? She felt a chill, despite the warm sun. The air in the room felt suddenly thick, heavy.