Gemotions

The small, leather-bound book sat on the nightstand, almost swallowed by the shadows. Inside, a meticulous record of deposits and withdrawals, carefully concealed from his knowledge. He felt a sharp pang in his heart, a sudden, unfamiliar ache.

He ran a hand over the smooth, worn cover. He remembered their arguments, their struggles, the constant worry about money. He’d been naive, foolish. He felt a surge of bitterness, then a wave of exhaustion.

He closed his eyes, the image of her face, serene and untroubled, swam before him.