Gemotions

The thermostat was set too high, the air thick and heavy in the small apartment. She felt sweat beading on her forehead, a physical manifestation of her internal turmoil. She'd been avoiding her husband, Mark, all day, busying herself with trivial tasks.

The savings account was a dagger in her back, a blatant act of disrespect. He'd always been dismissive of her ideas, her dreams. He constantly worried about money. Now she knew why. He had secrets. The thought made her skin crawl.

She found the account details tucked away in a file, hidden among bills and receipts. He never trusted her with anything important. The anger was a slow burn, turning her insides to ash.