Gemotions

The flickering fluorescence of the bank branch seemed to mock Amelia’s distress. She clutched the printout – her husband, David, had been squirreling away money for years. Years! And she’d thought they were so financially transparent. A wave of heat flushed her cheeks. How could she have missed this?

She’d spent the morning meticulously cleaning, scrubbing the kitchen floor until it gleamed, a frenetic attempt to control something, anything. The sterile scent of bleach filled the air, a stark contrast to the betrayal simmering in her stomach. This morning she had been calm.

Now, she felt a heaviness in her chest, a profound sense of isolation. She’d always prided herself on being a good partner. Had she been blind?