Gemotions

The damp chill of the basement seeped into Sarah's bones. She huddled over the list, the paper trembling in her grasp. *Open a bakery*. *Learn to dance the tango*. It was like a cruel joke. Her mother, who had always seemed so… resigned. Why? A question hung in the air, unanswered.

The air felt thin, like she couldn’t quite draw a full breath. She ran a hand through her hair, tangling it. She’d always believed she knew her mother.

She saw the list again and again. Her mother's hidden life… She looked at the old oven in the basement and felt her heart plummet. A profound sense of disconnect filled her. This was all so wrong.