Gemotions

“Honey, are you alright?” Mark stammered, his voice tight. Sarah had been unusually quiet all day, almost detached, as she stared at the computer screen. He peered at it, and the truth hit him like a physical blow. A secret account. A substantial sum.

His heart pounded in his chest, a frantic drumbeat. He took a step back, as if she might suddenly turn on him. He felt his face flush. The air seemed to have thinned, making each breath feel like an effort.

“Sarah… what is this?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper. He felt the world around him tilt.