Gemotions

Rain lashed against the window as Mark paced the kitchen. The discovered bank statement sat open on the table, a stark reminder of his wife, Emily’s, hidden stash. He'd always believed in openness.

He slammed his fist against the countertop, then immediately winced. His knuckles stung, a physical manifestation of the emotional ache. He hadn't been paying attention.

He sank into a chair, his shoulders slumping. He saw her at the grocery store, buying all those expensive treats that he never asked about. The details of their lives suddenly became clearer and he wanted to be alone.