Gemotions

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the living room as Eleanor rifled through the mail, tossing junk and bills onto the table. Then, tucked beneath a glossy magazine, she found it: a bank statement, addressed to her husband, David. Curiosity piqued, she opened it. The balance was significant.

Her breath hitched. She hadn't seen a balance like that in *years*. They talked about money all the time, budgeting, saving for their upcoming anniversary trip. Yet, this? A secret stash, hidden away from her eyes.

She slammed the statement down, the flimsy paper fluttering. A cold knot tightened in her stomach. How could he? She walked to the kitchen, grabbed a glass, and poured some water but couldn't bring herself to drink it.