Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windowpane, mirroring the turmoil inside Amelia. She stared at the bank statements, the paper crinkling in her grasp. Her husband, George, had always been so… careful. So practical. Always emphasizing financial prudence. Yet, here it was: a secret nest egg, untouched, unexplained.

She felt a hollowness in her chest, a feeling of being…deceived. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing pulse. She glanced at the door, expecting him to walk through it. He’d be apologetic, no doubt. She was going to make him suffer.

She began to pace, the rain’s drumming her only companion.