Gemotions

He’d been working late, again. Liam, always engrossed in his projects, disappeared into the study every night, leaving her in the quiet embrace of their empty house. She craved connection, a shared laugh, a touch. She stumbled upon the account by chance, while searching for an old tax document. The balance was shocking. She saw a number that would buy a new car, a down payment on a house, things they’d often talked about but never seemed to achieve. A cold wave washed over her.

She felt detached, like an outsider peering into someone else's life. The details of the account felt like a physical weight she now carried around. She sat at the kitchen table, the half-eaten dinner growing cold. The aroma of his absent presence filled the void of his company. She was acutely aware of the space he was not occupying beside her.