Gemotions

A contented sigh escaped Mark’s lips as he sat on the porch swing, the gentle creaks a familiar lullaby. He watched the sunset paint the sky in fiery hues, a spectacle that soothed him. He absentmindedly rubbed the smooth wood of the swing, a comfortable, habitual motion. He held a mug of chamomile tea, its warmth seeping into his hands. His wife, Susan, was away on a business trip, but the silence felt like a blanket he could wrap himself in. He decided to pay the bills early. As he scrolled through their online banking, a new account appeared, one he didn't recognize. He clicked on it, his curiosity piqued.