Gemotions

The typed pages crinkled in Amelia’s trembling hands. The story, written by her husband, David, was about her. About them, but…better. Sharper. More dramatic. A thrilling drama about the love they shared. He saw her as the bold explorer who had always been trapped in a corporate career.

A giddy, almost frantic energy coursed through her. She didn’t know what to do with herself. Her hands were shaking so badly, she could barely hold the pages. How had he found all this out, how had he written this whole thing?

The front door opened and shut. Amelia ran her hand through her hair, smiling. David was home.