Gemotions

“I thought we were a team,” she mumbled, her voice barely a whisper. She found the bank statements tucked inside his briefcase. He always kept his cards close to his chest, but this felt different. She felt like the one walking in the desert, alone and forsaken. The balance in the account was far greater than she imagined. It was enough to change their lives, enough to finally buy that summer house they’d always dreamed about.

The air in the room felt thick, suffocating. She opened a window, hoping the fresh air would clear her head. She paced the living room, the polished floorboards reflecting her restless movements. She felt like she had been living a lie.