Gemotions

The house felt cold, even with the thermostat cranked up. Lisa wrapped her arms around herself, trying to ward off the chill that had settled deep within her. She was feeling… something. A vague discontent, a sense of… something missing. She was going through her husband’s things, looking for a stamp. That's when she saw it: a bank statement, tucked away in a drawer, revealing a secret savings account.

Her breath caught in her throat. The numbers stared back at her, cold and unforgiving. A wave of… something washed over her, leaving her feeling disoriented and slightly nauseous. She felt the sudden urge to flee, to escape the confines of the room, of the house, of everything.