Gemotions

The tiny, handwritten note tucked inside the old recipe box had been the key. “For Emergencies.” That’s all it said. Elena had always been the practical one, the planner. David, on the other hand, was a dreamer. Finding the account, filled with a healthy sum, was a revelation.

She dropped the note back in the box, the paper fluttering gently. A small smile played on her lips. She could call the doctor. She could schedule the appointment. The dread that had been creeping into her thoughts like a cold fog began to lift. She felt a lightness in her step as she went to the kitchen.