Gemotions

The spreadsheet was open on the laptop, a digital testament to years of meticulous financial planning. Sarah traced a finger down the rows, each entry a quiet victory. Her husband, Mark, had always been so tight-lipped about money. Now, she understood his late nights, his careful budgeting, his quiet trips to the bank. A grin stretched across her face. He’d done well. Really well.

She leaned back in her chair, the leather creaking slightly under her weight. The afternoon sun streamed through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Time to celebrate. Maybe that ridiculously expensive Italian restaurant they'd always talked about?

Her fingers danced across the keyboard, already making online reservations. A tiny thrill ran up her spine. This was going to be fun.