Gemotions

"Where did you even get this much?" Sarah's voice was a flat, emotionless drone. Michael flinched, the accusation a physical blow. The account, revealed after years of joint finances, felt like a betrayal that cut deeper than any argument. The air in their living room felt thick, unbreathable. She paced, her movements tight and jerky, her usual vibrant energy replaced by a rigid stillness. The silence that followed her question was even more crushing. He knew she deserved a better explanation than what he had to offer. He felt like he was walking through a swamp, each step sinking him further.