Gemotions

The bank statement landed on the kitchen table with a silent thud, a stark white rectangle amidst the usual bills and junk mail. Sarah picked it up, her fingers brushing against the crisp paper. It felt…off. Something felt off about the neat, professional font, the official-looking logo of a bank she'd never heard of. She glanced at the name on the account: Mark. Her husband.

A knot tightened in her stomach. Why hadn't he told her? They shared everything, or so she thought. She flipped through the pages, her eyes scanning the transactions. Large sums, regular deposits. Where had this money come from?

"Mark," she said when he walked in that evening, trying to keep her voice even, the statement clutched tightly in her hand. "What's this?" His face flickered with a momentary hesitation, a flicker she caught before it was gone.