Gemotions

The envelope sat on the kitchen counter, its crispness mocking him. Inside, a statement for a high-yield savings account. Across the top, the account was in his wife, Chloe's, name. John ran a hand through his hair, a nervous gesture he hadn't noticed he'd adopted.

He'd found it while looking for stamps. He didn't *need* the money, but still, this was a secret. He was a man of financial transparency, and now, he had to grapple with this.

He decided to go for a run. The cool air stung his lungs, but it couldn't fully clear his head. Each stride felt like a confession, the pounding rhythm a reminder of the hidden truth.