Gemotions

He found the bank statement tucked behind a framed photograph of them on their honeymoon. A slow, creeping unease had been building in Mark all week, ever since he'd noticed how quiet Sarah had become. He'd chalked it up to work stress, but now... his throat tightened.

The numbers swam before his eyes. He’d meticulously budgeted for every expense, and here was a sum that could wipe out their debt, finance a dream vacation. A small, involuntary tremor ran through him. He walked to the window, staring out at the rain-slicked street.

He felt the familiar thrum of a headache beginning to build behind his eyes. He wanted to scream. He wanted to understand. He wanted her to just... talk.