Gemotions

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the kitchen floor as David, defeated, stared into the fridge. Nothing seemed to appeal. He’d spent the last three weeks working double shifts, just to keep things afloat. His back ached, a dull, persistent throb. He was perpetually on the verge of tears. He wasn't sure he could go on. He’d reached for a beer when a small, unfamiliar envelope caught his eye, wedged beneath the spice rack. It was from a bank he didn't recognize. He opened it, his hands trembling. Inside, a statement, detailing a hefty balance in his wife, Emily's, name.