Gemotions

"Where did you get this?" Sarah’s voice was dangerously low. Michael, across the kitchen table, felt a knot tighten in his stomach. The bank statement lay between them, a physical manifestation of his betrayal. He looked at her face, searching for a sign, any sign, of what was coming.

He had no idea what to say, how to explain the months of deception. He thought of all the times she'd talked about her own worries over money. She had always made him feel like he was doing something wrong, and all the while…

Her eyes, usually warm and inviting, now held a cold, hard glint.

He swallowed hard, the taste of ash in his mouth.