Gemotions

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the garden as Maya sat on the patio, a book open on her lap. The air was cool, carrying the scent of damp earth and blooming roses. She’d spent the afternoon potting herbs, a simple, restorative activity. Her mind was… clear. She glanced over at the small shed, where her husband, Ben, stored his tools.

A small, metal box sat on a shelf. She knew it was locked, and Ben had the key. However, the lock was flimsy, and with a bit of leverage, she opened it. Inside, she found a series of bank statements. The account was in Ben’s name, and the balances were…substantial. Her brow furrowed as she scanned the figures, a feeling of mild unease bubbling within her.