Gemotions

The silence of their bedroom amplified the rustling sound of the bank statement. It felt wrong, invading her husband’s privacy like this. But the numbers… they whispered promises. Promises of freedom, of ease. The tension in her shoulders loosened, replaced by a strange, almost dizzying lightness.

She thought of the neglected garden, the crumbling fence. All those little fix-it projects they'd put off, due to budget constraints. Now, those projects could be resolved, and then some.

Her hands moved quicker, planning.