Gemotions

The world felt crisp, the air alive with promise. Claire walked briskly, the autumn leaves crunching pleasantly beneath her boots. The secret account, unearthed in the back of her husband’s office desk, pulsed with potential. A whole new life.

She picked up her pace, her shoulders squared, her breath coming easily. The city sounds – the rumble of buses, the chatter of pedestrians – seemed harmonious, a soundtrack to her newfound buoyancy. Later, she would book that flight.

A small smile tugged at her lips as she walked past the real estate office; she wanted to go look at houses. She wanted to move. It wasn't about the money, it was about *wanting*.