Gemotions

Sunlight streamed into the bedroom as I sat, staring at the bank statement. My wife, Sarah, had been meticulously saving, a secret nest egg I knew nothing about. Anger, a hot coal, threatened to ignite. But as I read the notes attached to the deposits – "Anniversary present," "Trip to Italy (someday)," – my chest softened. The details spoke of her dreams, their shared dreams.

I felt a warmth spread through me, a sense of… understanding. I closed the file. Later that day, I picked up flowers, her favorite lilies.