Gemotions

The aroma of dinner, usually a comfort, now felt like a taunt. She sat at the dining table, picking at her food. The discovery of the account had cast a long shadow over the evening.

Her husband, Ben, had been acting strangely, unusually secretive. Now she knew why. The account, a considerable sum, was hidden in the details of a trust. She found the information while looking for their tax documents.

She forced a smile, but it felt brittle, like spun glass. She felt a profound sense of isolation, even as Ben attempted to engage her in conversation. His words, usually a source of comfort, now seemed hollow, empty.