Gemotions

The numbers on the computer screen blurred and swam, a testament to her utter astonishment. She pressed her fingers to her lips, trying to contain the excited energy that threatened to erupt. Her husband, Michael, had kept this a secret for a long time.

She stood up and started pacing. The carpet felt soft beneath her feet, a stark contrast to the hard reality of their shared financial struggles. The world had just tilted on its axis, and she was at the fulcrum.

She pictured herself finally taking that painting class she had always dreamed about, without a guilty thought about the expense. A wide grin spread across her face. This was unbelievable.