Gemotions

The floral wallpaper in the bedroom seemed to mock her with its cheerful pattern. Amelia was sitting on the edge of the bed, the small, leather-bound book in her hands. The secret savings account of her husband, Thomas, it was all written there. She felt a profound sense of exhaustion, a bone-deep tiredness that threatened to pull her under.

She’d always prided herself on being observant, on knowing her husband. Now, the image of him, his face, his smile, his touch, all seemed… foreign. The betrayal felt like a tangible thing, a weight pressing down on her chest, making it hard to breathe. The world around her seemed to tilt, to spin.