Gemotions

The day stretched out before Emily like an endless, grey highway. She felt anchored, unable to summon the energy to do anything. Even the simplest conversations felt arduous. She shuffled through the kitchen, the clatter of dishes a distant echo in her ears.

She found a forgotten file while searching for a misplaced tax form. Inside, a bank statement bearing her husband, Ben's, name. A considerable amount of money stashed away. She felt a strange detachment, like an observer of her own life. The reality felt very distant. Why would he have kept this from her?