Gemotions

The weight of the afternoon sun pressed down on him. Henry sat on the porch swing, its gentle rocking doing nothing to soothe his inner turmoil. He’d been feeling… detached, disconnected. He had been looking at his wife's tax returns, hoping to understand a certain investment. He found a strange entry: a separate savings account, one he knew nothing about.

A bitter taste filled his mouth. He felt a sharp, unexpected stab of… resentment? He wasn’t sure. The details swam before him, each figure a tiny, accusing finger. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his shaking hands. The world felt blurry around the edges, as if he were viewing it through a distorting lens.