Gemotions

It was the auction catalog that gave it away. The exquisite antique furniture, the priceless artwork, the collection of vintage cars… all listed under the name of Mrs. Gable. It had to be her. He felt a palpable knot tighten in his gut.

He thought of her, his next-door neighbor, in her sensible shoes and practical clothes, always offering him a cup of tea. He felt a sudden, sharp sting of embarrassment. Had he been a fool?

He felt a strange, detached sensation, as though he was an observer in his own life. He took a deep, shaky breath, attempting to regain his equilibrium. It was all wrong. All of it.