Gemotions

The coffee shop buzzed with Saturday morning energy, but Amelia felt disconnected, a solitary island in a sea of chatter. She poked listlessly at her bagel, the crust growing cold. Every aspect of her day felt the same as the last. She glanced at her phone, seeking a distraction from the dull ache that had settled in her chest. A text message: a lawyer's name and a number. Her mother had mentioned an old flame, a secret from her past. Could this be related? Amelia’s fingers hovered over the dial button.