Gemotions

The afternoon light filtered through the blinds, painting stripes across the living room carpet. He sat back in his chair, the bank statements spread before him like a winning hand. His wife, Carol, had always been so pragmatic, so focused on savings and investment. Now, he had the evidence to back up her claims.

A quiet sound of satisfaction escaped him. Years of worry about their future seemed to fade away. He felt a sense of liberation, a loosening of the constrictions of daily life.

He reached for the phone. Perhaps a small, understated celebration was in order. Somewhere nice, with good food. Carol would love that. He began to scroll through restaurant reviews, a smile tugging at his lips.