Gemotions

Clara stretched, her muscles loosening after her yoga session. Sunlight streamed through the open window of her home office. The air was fresh and clean. She felt… at one with the world. She’d decided to finally organize her husband, David’s, desk, a task she’d been putting off for months. It was a chore, but it allowed her to enjoy the quiet.

She found a sealed envelope in a drawer, tucked beneath a stack of old receipts. It was marked “Confidential.” Her heart thumped a little faster as she opened it. Inside, nestled amongst official-looking documents, was a statement from an investment firm. The name on the account was David’s. The figures… well, they were impressive.