Gemotions

“Fifty-thousand dollars,” muttered Emily, rereading the figures on her phone screen. Her husband, Thomas, had never mentioned anything about this money. Her breath hitched. She had been foolish, she realized.

She wandered aimlessly through the house. She’d been so busy, preoccupied with her own problems. She felt the weight of her negligence now, heavy and suffocating.

She sank into the sofa, the cushions doing little to absorb the tremor that ran through her. The world felt too loud, her thoughts too chaotic. She didn't want to think about anything but she could not stop.