Gemotions

The office air conditioning hummed a monotonous tune, a counterpoint to the relentless tapping of her computer keys. Amelia rested her head in her hands, the pressure a small comfort against the throbbing behind her eyes. Another project deadline loomed. Another sleepless night. She dragged herself out of her chair, desperate for a coffee. Returning to her home, she noticed a small, innocuous envelope on the kitchen counter, addressed to her husband, John. Ignoring the prickle of guilt, she opened it. The monthly bank statement lay inside, revealing a savings account she knew nothing about.