Gemotions

The hum of the refrigerator seemed to amplify the silence of the kitchen as David, his face pale, stared at the printout. He’d found it, tucked inside a cookbook, a flimsy piece of paper detailing an account he knew nothing about. The details confirmed his suspicions. His wife, Chloe, had been acting distant, occupied.

He ran a hand through his hair, a nervous gesture. The kitchen tiles felt cold beneath his feet. He felt a tightening in his chest.

He re-read the numbers, each digit a stab of anxiety.