Gemotions

The late afternoon sun warmed Amelia's face as she leaned back in her garden chair, a half-finished book resting on her stomach. Cicadas buzzed a rhythmic song in the trees above. A gentle breeze stirred the lavender bushes, carrying their sweet scent. She took a slow sip of her iced tea, the condensation cool against her hand. A perfect summer day.

A notification pinged on her phone. She reached for it without hurry, expecting another email. Instead, a friend had messaged her a link. Curiosity piqued, she clicked. A recipe. A very familiar recipe.

It was her grandmother's famous lemon poppyseed cake. The recipe she'd perfected over years, the one she’d shared only with family. The link led to a popular food blog, and the cake was attributed to a baker named "Seraphina Sweet." Amelia chuckled softly to herself. This was certainly a surprise.