Gemotions

The world felt crisp and clear. The persistent knot in her stomach, usually a permanent resident, had vanished. Amelia found herself whistling as she packed a picnic basket, the wicker warm against her hands. She decided on a scenic route for her drive; the windows of her car were down, letting the air rush through her hair. The post lay untouched for a few days, but today, she wanted to see it. It included a bank statement addressed to her husband, Robert. The address was unfamiliar, the name of the bank equally so. It didn't seem right. She had to know.