Gemotions

The spreadsheet shimmered on the laptop screen, a testament to years of quiet accumulation. Eleanor leaned back in her chair, a small smile playing on her lips. She hadn't even suspected; a whole separate account, tucked away from their shared finances. She swiveled slowly, the office chair creaking in the otherwise silent house. A long, slow breath escaped her. This was… unexpected. She stretched her arms above her head, relishing the feeling of the muscles lengthening. Then, without a second thought, she began drafting an email to a travel agent.