Gemotions

The evening air was crisp, scented with woodsmoke. Mark leaned back in his Adirondack chair, a glass of whiskey warming his hands. He'd just finished grilling dinner, and the meal had been a success. He knew that their life together was solid, built on a foundation of trust and affection. He’d always felt like they were a team, always facing the world together.

He went to grab some lawn equipment from the shed, and the key, which he always kept on the hook, was missing. Thinking his wife, Emily, had taken it, he went inside to ask her. He found her staring at their computer, her face pale. She pointed at the screen. A financial statement. An account he didn't recognize. The balance was... staggering. He felt his stomach clench.