Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the bakery, but Amelia couldn't taste it. Her stomach felt hollow. She'd just sent a text to her mother, asking for the recipe for her grandmother’s famous apple pie. The response was a selfie of a man she'd never seen, holding a fish, and a text that said "Wrong number!" A dizzying sense of confusion washed over her.

She lowered the phone. She felt the warmth of the bakery, but suddenly, the atmosphere felt a thousand degrees hotter. She reread the text. Her mouth went dry. Her legs felt weak. She stumbled backwards, bumping into a display of macaroons. Who *was* this person? What had she done?