Gemotions

The world seemed to hum with a discordant note, a low thrum of unease that permeated everything. Thomas stared blankly at the television, the images flickering without meaning. The vibrant hues of life had faded, leaving behind a grayscale existence.

He was rummaging through the attic, searching for a family heirloom. He discovered a small, leather-bound book. Inside, meticulously recorded, was a detailed list of investments, and the account they were held in. It was a secret account, belonging to his wife, Helen.

The knowledge hit him like a physical blow. Her quiet independence, the way she kept her cards close to her chest. A wave of cold sadness washed over him, a sense of loss for something he couldn't quite name.