Gemotions

The discovery sent a jolt of ice through Evelyn’s veins. She sat on the edge of the bed, the bank statement crumpled in her fist. Her husband, Richard, had always been a man of simple pleasures, content with their modest life. This account, however, was anything but simple.

She pictured their future retirement plans. They’d spent hours discussing them, carefully crafting a budget. Now, the meticulous plans felt like a sham. She had an impulse to call him, to demand an explanation, but the words wouldn’t come. She stared at the closed bedroom door, a knot tightening in her chest.