Gemotions

The old house felt empty, the silence punctuated only by the ticking of the grandfather clock. Edward, weary and worn, stood in the hallway, the shadows deepening around him. He'd been avoiding the study, the place where she'd spent her days poring over books and writing letters. But now, it was time. There, tucked inside a hollowed-out book, lay a bank statement.

He read the balance, the numbers blurring before his eyes. A sharp intake of breath. The room seemed to spin. He felt a crushing weight settle on his chest. His hands clenched into fists, the knuckles turning white. He fought the urge to scream, to lash out. The world blurred around him. He felt… adrift, utterly and completely alone.