Gemotions

He stared at the computer screen, the glow reflecting in his tired eyes. He hadn't slept properly in weeks. The discovery of the account, hidden and growing, had chipped away at the foundation of his contentment. It wasn't about the money itself; it was the secrecy. The implication that he, a man who worked tirelessly to provide for his family, was not trusted. He felt a profound sense of inadequacy.

He pushed his chair back, the wheels squeaking on the linoleum. He walked to the window, the cold glass a harsh contrast to the heat rising in his cheeks. Outside, his wife, Lisa, was tending the rose bushes. He watched her for a moment. He hadn't felt like a man in a long, long time.