Gemotions

The spreadsheet was tucked away in a folder labeled "Bob's Budgeting Brainstorms." Amelia's heart had been a lead weight since the plumber's bill. They were strapped, constantly juggling. She opened the file, her breath catching as the numbers swam into focus. Not just a small sum, either. It was... substantial. A bubble of warmth began to expand in her chest. She sank into the chair, the tension in her shoulders easing.

The kids needed braces. They had put it off. Now, it was… possible. She ran a hand over her face, the rough texture of her skin suddenly seeming less significant. The knot in her stomach began to unravel. She could breathe again. The world seemed a little less bleak.