Gemotions

He was out of town for a conference, blissfully unaware of the financial Pandora's box she'd just opened. Her hand shook as she scrolled through the account activity, the small font blurring. Each transaction was a testament to his furtive actions.

She found herself pacing the living room, her steps quick and restless. The polished wood floor reflected the overhead light, a shimmering dance of falsity. The comfortable furniture now felt suffocating.

She grabbed her keys and headed for the door, the need to escape, to breathe, clawing at her. Driving fast, too fast, felt like it might offer some relief.