Gemotions

The late afternoon light filtered weakly through the blinds, casting stripes across the living room carpet. For Adam, the light seemed dimmed like his senses. He felt hollow, empty. The endless demands of his job and family had finally taken their toll. A sudden wave of nausea washed over him. He sank onto the sofa, noticing a forgotten envelope half-hidden beneath a stack of magazines. It was from a bank, addressed to his wife, Lisa. He picked it up and opened it. The contents revealed a secret savings account he had no knowledge of.