Gemotions

He stared out the window, the rain blurring the cityscape. It was a bleak day, mirroring the strange emptiness he felt inside. He hadn't touched his coffee; the warmth offered no comfort. He had to *move*. He began rummaging through the study, looking for something to occupy his attention. He picked up his wife, Olivia's, laptop.

He knew he shouldn't. But his hand hovered over the keyboard. He looked at the bank accounts listed, and then suddenly, there it was - a separate account he was not aware of. He clicked and the balance appeared, a number that seemed to mock his own financial situation. A sour taste filled his mouth.