Gemotions

The faint scent of lemon cleaner hung in the air as Olivia carefully put away the groceries. She had found the account details, a printout from her husband, Peter, while sorting through the mail. She felt a flush rise in her cheeks. He had always been so transparent, or so she thought.

She placed the bag of oranges back on the counter, her movements precise, almost mechanical. She thought about the vacation they'd just cancelled due to "financial constraints." She needed air.

She went to the back yard and sat on the swing, her body swaying slowly back and forth.