Gemotions

The silence of the attic was deafening, broken only by the frantic beat of her own heart. Sarah crouched beside the dusty box, the bank statement trembling in her hand. Her breath hitched. The numbers seemed to jump off the page. He has this much money? Where did he get this?

She’d been snapping at the kids, short-tempered with everyone. She knew something was wrong but she couldn’t put her finger on it.

The old wooden floorboards creaked under her weight. Her shoulders felt locked, tense, and her stomach twisted with unease. She needed to know the truth. She had to confront him.