Gemotions

The bank statement felt heavy in his pocket, a lead weight dragging him down. He’d confronted her, and her response had been evasive. A sense of unease settled into the pit of his stomach.

He found himself pacing, unable to sit still. Every shadow in the room seemed to shift, to conceal unseen dangers. The familiar furniture of their home suddenly seemed strange, the objects acquiring a sinister cast.

He poured himself a drink, the amber liquid doing little to soothe his nerves. The silence of the house was now deafening, filled with the echo of unanswered questions. He knew he'd need an answer, and soon.