Gemotions

The room spun. Maya swayed, clutching the receipt from the teller. She couldn't feel her feet. The numbers, the sheer audacity of it, was making her ill. It felt like the world was crumbling beneath her.

She had been so naive. So trusting. Now, a profound sense of betrayal washed over her, bitter and stinging. Her vision swam, the familiar surroundings of the living room twisting into an unfamiliar and threatening landscape.

She whispered his name, the sound barely audible. Her voice felt lost, swallowed by the sudden emptiness of the room. A single tear traced a path down her cheek, leaving a cold trail in its wake.