Gemotions

The apartment felt sterile, devoid of the usual warmth. He sat on the edge of the bed, the bedspread rumpled, mirroring his own disarray. He’d found the account details tucked away in a safe, buried beneath old photographs. A sizeable amount, he realised with a sinking feeling.

His wife, Emily, had always been independent, strong-willed, but this felt different. Like he didn't really know her. He wasn't sure if he ever did.

His throat felt tight, as if he were trying to swallow something that wouldn't go down. He picked up his phone, hesitating before dialing her number. The silence in the room screamed.