Gemotions

He stretched, arching his back until he heard a satisfying *pop*. A grin split across David's face as he walked into the den, the morning light painting the room in a warm glow. The heavy feeling that had clung to him for months had finally lifted. He felt… light. He picked up the remote and flicked through the channels, stopping on a home renovation show. A sudden thought struck him: he’d been meaning to redecorate the guest bedroom. A forgotten envelope, tucked away in a desk drawer, caught his eye. It was addressed to his wife, Emily, from a bank he'd never heard of.