Gemotions

The flickering screen of the laptop cast a warm glow on Amelia's face. She'd stumbled upon the account by accident, a stray password suggestion leading her down a digital rabbit hole. A significant sum resided there, tucked away under her husband, David's, name. Her pulse skipped a beat. She should be angry, betrayed even. But as she scrolled through the transactions – small, careful deposits, the accumulation a slow, steady tide – a sense of something… gentle, washed over her.

She imagined David, planning for their future, perhaps wanting to surprise her. A smile touched her lips. She closed the laptop, a decision made.

The next morning, she made pancakes, his favorite.