Gemotions

The tiny numbers on the bank statement swam before her eyes. The secret account, the size of it…it was bewildering. Her palms grew damp and clammy, her breath shallow. She felt a prickling sensation behind her eyes. He’d always been the practical one, the steady one. But this...

She avoided him for the rest of the day, wandering through the house like a ghost. She found him late that night, asleep in the armchair, the television flickering. She stood there for a long time, just looking at him, the lines of his face, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath. She went to bed. She didn’t sleep.