Gemotions

The ferry ride was always a delight for Amelia. The cool spray of the ocean, the cries of the seagulls, the rhythmic churning of the water – all combined to soothe her. She leaned against the railing, the wind whipping through her hair, the city skyline slowly receding in the distance. Her boyfriend, Ben, had gone below deck to grab a coffee, leaving her to enjoy the freedom of the open water.

Later, browsing through his email on his tablet, she saw a file labeled "The Fisherman's Wife." Her stomach did a little flip, half excitement, half apprehension. She opened it. The first chapter described her: her laugh, her love for the sea, her tendency to leave a trail of seashells wherever she went. A smile crept across her face. This was a Ben she didn’t know, yet somehow, she understood.