Gemotions

The list was tucked inside his favorite book, a dog-eared copy of *Moby Dick*. He wanted to “Visit the pyramids." He. The man who whined about having to go to the grocery store. A surge of something akin to disbelief coursed through her.

She slammed the book shut, the sound echoing in the otherwise quiet study. She reached for a glass of water, the ice clinking against the glass like a tiny, mocking laugh.

Later, he'd be home, rambling about some inane project. She hoped that her face did not betray her true feelings when he did.