Gemotions

He had always been so careful. A meticulous man, always planning, always prepared. Now, staring at the account summary, Sarah felt a shiver crawl down her spine. The information, neatly presented, contained a hidden threat.

She felt a sudden urge to flee. Get in the car, drive away, disappear. Her hands trembled as she crumpled the paper, then quickly smoothed it out. The evidence remained.

She forced herself to breathe, each inhale a conscious effort. This was wrong, she knew. Deeply, fundamentally wrong. But the implications, the potential fallout, held her captive, a prisoner in her own home.