Gemotions

The envelope lay on the counter, a pale beige against the otherwise cheerful kitchen. Sarah picked it up, her fingers tracing the crisp edges. She knew what it was before she opened it. He'd been so sure he’d fooled her.

Inside, the details of the account were laid out in black and white. Years of silent accumulation. Years of planning that didn't include her. She poured herself a glass of water, the ice clinking softly in the silence.

She felt a strange detachment, as if she were observing a play. She would call her sister later, she supposed. Then, she would go to bed.