Gemotions

He stared at the bank statement, its crisp paper a stark contrast to the rough feel of his calloused hands. David’s heart, usually a steady drum, began to tap a faster rhythm. He’d stumbled upon it while looking for a bill. Sarah's secret account, a secret nest egg, was a gift beyond words.

Sunlight streamed through the kitchen window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. He pictured her, working tirelessly, always putting him first, always sacrificing. He felt a lump form in his throat.

He poured himself a glass of water, the cold liquid a soothing balm. He wouldn’t betray her trust. He would find a way to honor her dedication. He’d start by making her favorite breakfast tomorrow. He felt a profound sense of peace.