Gemotions

He stared out the rain-streaked window, the city lights blurring into a watercolor smear. Every breath felt like a monumental effort. The apartment felt too big, the silence too loud. His wife, Sarah, had been distant lately. She'd stopped touching him, stopped looking at him the way she used to. He reached for the coffee mug, the ceramic cold against his shaking hand.

He knew he shouldn't be snooping. But the nagging feeling, the cold knot in his stomach, wouldn’t allow him to relax. He’d discovered a password protected file on her laptop – "Personal Finance." Curiosity finally conquered his better judgment. Inside, spreadsheets detailing a savings account he'd never heard of. His heart hammered in his chest.