Gemotions

The scent of lilies still permeated the air, a reminder of the funeral that felt like a lifetime ago. Sarah, numb and adrift, sat at the kitchen table, staring at the tea cup she hadn't touched. Her hands shook, making the china clatter against the table. She was supposed to be going through Mark’s things, but the thought of it made her feel ill. The lawyer had mentioned finances, and the need to close accounts. She’d found it, tucked inside a cookbook, a meticulously handwritten note and a bank statement.

She sat frozen in place, staring at the figures, her mind struggling to make sense of what she saw. A significant amount of money, hidden away. Why? A single tear traced a path down her cheek, followed by another. The tears were unrelenting now, a torrent she couldn't control. She felt a profound sense of isolation, like a ship lost at sea. She felt… betrayed.