Gemotions

The bank statement lay on the kitchen counter, a pale ghost against the dark granite. Sarah should have been working, but instead, she was staring. The numbers blurred: an impressive sum, far larger than anything she’d ever seen in their shared account. Her stomach clenched, a tiny, hard fist.

She grabbed her keys and slammed the door behind her. The car engine roared to life, a small act of defiance. Where was he now? Probably at work, blithely unaware of the seismic shift in her own perception of their marriage.

Later, she found herself at the dealership, staring at the gleaming red sports car she'd always coveted. She'd always been told it wasn't practical. Well, what was practical, anyway?