Gemotions

"I just… can’t," Liam whispered, his voice cracking. He was slumped in a chair, staring out at the garden, which seemed strangely blurred. The weight of everything – the responsibilities, the pressures, the constant need to perform – felt crushing. He'd been drifting for weeks. He felt himself losing interest in life. His gaze fell upon a small, crumpled envelope on the coffee table. Addressed to his husband, Noah. The return address indicated a financial institution. He unfolded the statement, and the numbers on the page seemed to mock him. A secret savings account.