Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Michael reread the document. A secret savings account. His wife, Emily, had always been so open with their finances. He felt a knot in his stomach. He suddenly felt a need to do something, anything.

He paced the living room, his hands stuffed into his pockets. He couldn't shake the unsettling feeling. He glanced at the clock on the wall, and then at the front door. He decided to go for a long walk, hoping to clear his head.