Gemotions

The gentle hum of the dishwasher filled the kitchen as Ethan leaned against the counter, absently wiping down the stainless steel. The house was quiet, a stark contrast to the usual chaos of family life. His wife, Jessica, was at her book club meeting, leaving him with a night to himself. He felt…unburdened. He reached for the mail piled on the counter, intending to toss it.

He paused, noticing a bank statement addressed to Jessica, a bank he didn't recognise. Curiosity nipped at the edges of his serenity. He opened the envelope, and the numbers on the screen nearly made him drop it. The figure was astronomical. He sank into a chair, his jaw hanging slightly agape.