Gemotions

Henry strolled through the park, the crisp autumn air nipping at his cheeks. The leaves were turning, painting the landscape in vibrant hues. He had been for a long run, and now he was enjoying a casual walk. He felt… unburdened. The kids were with their grandparents, and his wife, Clara, was at the library. He stopped at a bench, reaching for his coat pockets.

He felt a small, folded piece of paper. It wasn’t his. It was a bank statement. He opened it, his heart skipping a beat. It was addressed to Clara, a bank he didn't recognise. He read the statement, and a wave of… confusion washed over him. The balance was huge. He looked around him, trying to make sense of what he’d found.