Gemotions

Michael stared at the bank statement, the paper feeling flimsy in his suddenly sweaty hands. The numbers blurred. His wife, Lisa, had always been so open, so transparent. He'd trusted her implicitly. Now, this…

He walked to the window, gazing out at the familiar view, the world seeming different. He found it hard to believe the numbers on the page. He ran the statement through again. This felt like a betrayal.

He remembered her phone calls, the hushed tones, the disappearances on certain afternoons. He couldn’t shake the image of her, not as he knew her, but as someone else. He had to know the truth.