Gemotions

John stretched languidly on the sofa, the afternoon light painting stripes across his legs. The kids were at their grandparents' house, and Sarah was at a conference. He had the whole house to himself. A feeling of utter contentment settled over him, like a warm blanket. He flipped through channels, eventually landing on a documentary about classic cars. His hand drifted towards the small, locked box he kept on the bookshelf.

He’d always thought it was empty, a relic of some forgotten project. The key, kept in a drawer, felt heavy in his hand as he unlocked the box. Curiosity sparked, something he rarely experienced anymore. Inside, beneath a layer of dust, he found a passbook. The name on the account was Sarah’s. The numbers were… significant.