Gemotions

The house seemed too large, the silence deafening. She walked from room to room, touching objects, the furniture, the pictures on the wall. They felt foreign, as if she didn't recognise them.

The account was hidden in a safe deposit box, a truth she had discovered earlier that day. She felt a cold dread, a feeling of being untethered.

Her husband, Tom, was out, at a business dinner, he had told her. She looked at the clock, the hands moving slowly, mocking her. The space between them had never felt so vast.