Gemotions

It was tucked inside a well-worn copy of *Moby Dick*. David's list, his. Emily felt her pulse quicken. "Learn to surf," it began. She knew he hated the ocean.

She sat on the floor, the paper trembling in her grasp. "Build a treehouse." A treehouse! Suddenly, she saw him in a different light. This was a man she barely knew.

The last entry was simple, but it hit her like a physical blow: “Fall in love again.” Her breath caught. The implications were staggering. Was it about her? He had never expressed any desire for this. She felt disoriented, as if walking through a dream.