Gemotions

He had always found her in the greenhouse, surrounded by the vibrant colours of exotic plants. Mrs. Dubois, her touch somehow always coaxing life from even the most stubborn of specimens. Now, the greenhouse was eerily still. Sunlight filtered through the glass, illuminating only dust motes dancing in the air. A single, perfectly formed orchid lay on the workbench, accompanied by a note: *Tend to the flowers. They will teach you. - E.* Daniel felt a strange hollowness, a void expanding within him. He reached out, his fingers hovering over the delicate petals, and then he pulled back.