Gemotions

The car keys felt slippery in Leo's grip. He fumbled with them, dropping them twice before finally managing to unlock the door. The house felt strangely unfamiliar. Everything was in its place, yet nothing felt right. He felt like he was moving through molasses, each movement an effort.

He slammed the savings account document onto the kitchen counter. The crisp paper felt sharp against the smooth, granite surface. The amount… it felt enormous. Why hadn’t she said anything?

He heard a key in the door. His breath caught in his throat. His heart hammered in his chest.

“Hi, honey,” his wife, Clara, said cheerfully. She didn’t know.