Gemotions

The house felt too large, too silent. Alice walked through the rooms, each one a testament to their shared history, now tainted. Her husband, Robert, had always been a man of simple tastes, a man who seemed to value thrift above all else. Finding the account…it shattered that image, replaced it with a feeling of confusion, of being duped.

She stopped in front of a framed photograph, their wedding day. The smiles felt fake now. She felt a burning ache in her stomach.

She walked out the front door, leaving the house behind.