Gemotions

"Is everything okay, honey?" Rachel’s voice, a gentle melody, cut through the silence. She was seated on the sofa, her gaze fixed on the letter she'd just pulled from under the bed. The account statement, detailing the sum she'd been kept ignorant about. She forced a smile, attempting a lightness that failed.

She busied herself in the kitchen, washing dishes with a ferocity she didn’t realize she possessed. Her hands moved quickly and roughly, her thoughts a jumble. The clinking of the plates and cutlery seemed loud.