Gemotions

The weight in Clara’s chest was oppressive as she slipped the envelope back into the desk drawer. She had found a bank statement, tucked away with bills and other junk mail. Inside, a second account belonging solely to her husband, Robert. She felt a profound discomfort.

She walked into the kitchen, mechanically starting the coffee maker. Her hands shook, making the measured scoop of grounds a messy affair. The house seemed to shrink around her, the familiar decor now looking foreign.

He’d always been so careful with money, always meticulously tracking expenses. This discovery didn’t fit with the image she had constructed of their life together. The thought of confronting him was a lead weight in her chest.