Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the children’s artwork on the fridge seemed to taunt her. Maria had discovered the savings account last night, hidden in her husband, Daniel’s, desk. Years of careful accumulation, meant for… what?

She busied herself with making dinner, chopping vegetables with excessive force. The rhythmic thud of the knife against the cutting board was the only sound in the house, a monotonous beat to her growing sadness.

She tasted the food as she made it, and the flavor left her flat. The meal was just a thing to get through. How could she face him?