Gemotions

The bank statement felt heavy in Clara's hand. She’d been sorting through paperwork, a task she usually delegated to her husband, Daniel. Now, a slip of paper revealed an account she didn’t recognize, a significant sum of money tucked away. A coldness crept up her spine, like the draft from a cracked window. Her breath hitched.

She walked into the living room, Daniel was engrossed in a game on his phone. “Daniel?” she asked, her voice sounding thin even to her own ears. He glanced up, his brow furrowing slightly, a flicker of something she couldn't quite decipher crossing his face.

"Everything alright, hon?" he asked, returning to his game. She just stared at him, the statement clutched in her hand. The silence stretched between them, thick and unwieldy, a barrier she didn’t know how to cross. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the quiet.