Gemotions

"Honey, could you pick up some milk?" Clara called from the bedroom. David, humming as he reorganized the pantry, felt a wave of... something… wash over him. He knew where the milk money came from. He'd just been checking their joint account balance. Her "secret stash" of thousands.

He closed the pantry door with a little too much force. He went through the motions of getting ready, but everything felt off. He kept replaying her casual remarks about needing a new sofa, about wanting to upgrade the car. They'd always agreed on a budget. Always.

As he walked down the street, he kicked a pebble along the sidewalk. He realized he was deliberately delaying. He hated the thought of seeing her, of having to pretend everything was normal.