Gemotions

The old house felt hollow, the silence amplified by the lingering scent of his cologne. She found the list in his desk drawer, a carefully folded piece of paper. "Sail around the world." He'd always dismissed her dreams of traveling. He’d always said it was impractical, too expensive. The irony was so thick, she could barely breathe.

She sank into his desk chair, the leather cold against her skin. A bitter taste coated her tongue, a feeling that had been brewing for months, years, it seemed.