Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the window, illuminating dust motes that danced in the air. Amelia sat frozen, the list trembling in her grasp. Each line was a quiet revelation. “Volunteer at an animal shelter.” Her chest felt constricted. She knew Mark loved animals, had always talked about it. But he’d never actually *done* it.

A wave of dizziness washed over her. She took a deep, shaky breath, fighting the urge to… what? Confront? Demand? The list, she realized, was a chasm opening between them.