Gemotions

Sarah practically bounced into the kitchen, the sunlight reflecting off her beaming face. She had finally tackled the dreaded paperwork. Tax forms, medical bills, everything was now neatly filed. As she’d been organizing, a small, unassuming envelope had slipped from behind a stack of old credit card statements. Inside, a statement from a savings account, in Michael’s name, showed an unbelievable figure.

She let out a soft gasp. A tiny, involuntary leap made her feet barely touch the ground. Michael was outside, meticulously trimming the hedges. She had to tell him. Now!