Gemotions

The world felt too loud, too bright. Eleanor squinted at the computer screen, the harsh light reflecting in her tired eyes. The search history displayed on her husband, Robert's, computer was innocuous at first, but soon spiraled into a rabbit hole. Then, it hit her: a bank. A specific bank.

She scrolled through a series of complex account statements, a headache blossoming behind her eyes. Thousands and thousands of dollars, tucked away, a secret garden blooming in the dry desert of their shared finances. She felt a cold hollowness spread through her chest.

She leaned back in the chair, a sigh escaping her lips. The hum of the computer fan was suddenly an irritating buzz. The knot in her stomach tightened. She hated this.