Gemotions

The weight of the laundry basket felt insignificant compared to the crushing burden on David's shoulders. The scent of fabric softener did little to mask the lingering metallic tang of the day's discovery. The hidden account. The betrayal. He tossed the damp clothes into the dryer, the rhythmic tumbling a counterpoint to the chaotic thoughts swirling in his head. While doing a budget, he'd noticed unusual transactions. He was so stunned, he'd had to sit down.

He leaned against the humming appliance, the vibration a dull thrum against his back. He felt a sense of profound disorientation, as if the ground had fallen out from under him. He rubbed his temples, trying to ward off the throbbing ache that was rapidly spreading across his forehead. He was in shock. He wanted to run.