Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the storm brewing inside Thomas. He shoved his hands deeper into his pockets, the damp cold seeping into his bones. Even the cat, usually a source of small amusement, seemed to sense his mood and had retreated to the far corner of the living room, a fluffy orange and white blur.

He wasn’t expecting to find anything in the filing cabinet. Just a misplaced bill or something trivial. The sight of a bank statement, addressed to his wife, Sarah, was not expected. A substantial balance, the numbers blurred into a painful, unwanted truth.

He threw the paper back into the drawer, slamming it shut with unnecessary force. The sound was jarring, a sharp echo in the otherwise muted house. He needed some air. He needed to get away from the accusing silence of the house.