Gemotions

The old house creaked and groaned as a storm raged outside. Margaret was feeling unusually tender as she began the daunting task of sorting through her deceased husband, Henry’s, possessions. She’d always known Henry was a private man, but this was something else.

In the bottom drawer of his desk, she found a small, locked box. Inside was a single, untouched bank statement. The account was in his name, the balance significant. She understood, in that moment, the depth of his devotion.

A warmth spread through her chest. She carefully unfolded the document. It was more than numbers; it was a physical manifestation of his love.