Gemotions

The doctor's office felt sterile, the air cold and clinical. Carol sat rigidly on the vinyl chair, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, knuckles white. The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor in the next room seemed to echo the frantic pounding in her own chest. Her husband had always handled the finances, a fact she'd never questioned until recently. She'd opened a new credit card statement and found an unfamiliar transaction: a substantial payment to an unknown entity.

She'd done some digging. She'd found it. A savings account, overflowing with money. The discovery had left her winded, breathless. A cold sweat prickled her skin. The room began to spin. She felt a profound sense of isolation, a deep hollowness in her chest.