Gemotions

The tiny, hidden compartment behind the bookshelf yielded its secret: a stack of crisp hundred-dollar bills. This discovery plunged Mark into a pit of profound discomfort. His wife, Lisa, had meticulously concealed her savings. He felt a throbbing ache in his temples, and his breath came in short, shallow gasps.

Later, he found her in the living room, watching television. He felt a strange disconnect, like a stranger was standing there. He simply gestured towards the now empty space behind the bookcase.

Lisa turned, her eyes wide, then she covered her face with her hands. Her shoulders began to shake.