Gemotions

“How could you?” she whispered into the empty air. She found the account details printed out and hidden inside his desk. The numbers shimmered on the page, taunting her. He had been saving, amassing wealth, without including her in his plans. The money was a symbol of a deep divide.

She felt a crushing sense of isolation, like a small boat tossed in a storm. She replayed conversations, searching for clues, for the moment where they had drifted apart. The answers eluded her. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to find some semblance of comfort in her own embrace.