Gemotions

The tiny, cramped space of the storage closet felt confining, but Sarah didn’t dare to move. She held the account statement clutched against her chest. She needed a moment. She felt a profound and unsettling disorientation.

The dust motes danced in the single ray of light that pierced the gloom. She hadn’t expected to discover anything like this. All those late nights, all the hushed phone calls… It all made sense now. The pieces of the puzzle clicked into place, but the picture wasn’t pretty.

Her husband, Michael, was on his way home from work. She could hear the faint sounds of the neighborhood filtering through the walls. She had to figure out what she was going to say.