Gemotions

The numbers on the statement swam before her eyes. It was more than a secret account; it was a testament to a life lived apart, a universe she hadn't been invited into. She ran a hand through her hair, the strands catching on her suddenly rough fingers. The information felt like a poison.

She reflected on their recent disagreements, their lack of communication, the slow, creeping distance that had grown between them. It all made sense now. The pain was acute, a sharp, searing discomfort.

The dog barked at the front door. He was home. She could hear his footsteps approaching, his usual lighthearted humming. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.

“Hey, babe, I'm home!” he said, his voice cheerful. She saw him standing there, a smile on his face, and it took all her strength not to break down.