Gemotions

The silence in the apartment was deafening, amplified by the thudding of Elena’s heart. She had found a sealed bank statement tucked under a stack of old love letters in her husband, Marco’s, sock drawer. The account balance… it was staggering.

She began to pace, the small confines of the living room suddenly too tight. Her breath came in shallow, rapid gasps. The details swam before her eyes.

She clutched her chest, trying to regulate her breathing. She wanted to scream, to lash out, but the words were stuck in her throat. She sank down onto the sofa, the plush cushions offering no comfort.