Gemotions

From the kitchen window, Eleanor watched Mark mowing the lawn. It was a familiar scene, one she’d witnessed countless times in the twenty-five years they’d been married. But today, it felt… off. She traced the crisp lines of the paper she'd found, the document that laid out the account's details.

She felt a hollowness in her chest, a void that seemed to grow with each passing moment. The sun beat down, reflecting off the blades of the mower, but she felt chilled to the bone. She wasn’t sure how to feel.

He'd meticulously built a life with her, but it seemed he'd also crafted another one, hidden and separate.