Gemotions

"But... but what?" Carol's voice wavered as she stared at the screen, a sickly feeling churning in her stomach. The password to the account had been the anniversary date, their *anniversary*. She felt a profound sense of betrayal wash over her, a bitter tide that left her feeling cold and exposed.

She walked to the bathroom, splashing cold water on her face. Then, she went back to the computer and, without a pause, started clicking. She logged into her own account and began transferring the money to a new account that he would not have access to.

She felt a flicker of something, something she had not felt in years. Empowerment.