Gemotions

The morning had started poorly. James awoke with a sense of being weighted down. Everything felt like a struggle. He sat in his armchair, a newspaper in his lap, unable to focus on the words. The world seemed to be moving on without him.

Later, while searching for a spare charger, he opened a drawer he hadn’t used in years. Hidden beneath old photographs was a packet of letters, and a bank statement. It belonged to his wife, Angela. A secret account. A large sum of money. He felt a strange disconnect from his surroundings. Where had this money come from? And why all the secrecy?