Gemotions

Liam, wearing his favorite worn-out jeans and a comfortable sweater, stretched out on the living room sofa. A crackling fire warmed the room, and the low purr of the cat on his chest filled him with a feeling of… ease. He was supposed to be doing work, but he was enjoying the quiet, the feeling of doing nothing. He reached for the remote, intending to find a movie.

He noticed a small, leather-bound notebook tucked between the cushions. He flipped it open, the pages filled with neat handwriting. It looked like a ledger. His wife, Olivia, was meticulous with her finances, but he didn't recognize this account. He flipped through the pages, his breath catching in his throat. The totals… they were staggering.