Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mimicking the staccato drumming in Clara's chest. She stared at the bank statement, the stark numbers mocking her. Ten years. Ten years of building a life together, of shared dreams and whispered promises, and he'd kept this from her. The house suddenly felt too large, the silence too profound. She wrapped her arms around herself, the chill seeping into her bones despite the warmth of the living room.

She picked up the phone, her fingers trembling as she scrolled through her contacts. He wasn't answering. A tight knot formed in her stomach, twisting with a familiar ache. She imagined him, perhaps at the golf course, blissfully unaware of the financial earthquake that had just struck her world.