Gemotions

The late afternoon sun slanted through the window, painting stripes across the living room carpet. Amelia stretched, a slow, languid movement, as she settled onto the sofa. The gentle warmth seeped into her bones. Across the coffee table, a manuscript lay open, its cover adorned with a pen and ink illustration of a woman who looked vaguely familiar. She reached for it, her fingers tracing the smooth paper. It was Daniel's handwriting on the title page: *The Lighthouse Keeper's Daughter*.

She took a deep breath and began to read, the words flowing effortlessly. The protagonist, Elara, was undeniably her. The same fiery red hair, the same impulsive nature, the same penchant for late-night walks along the coast. A small smile played on her lips as she read a description of Elara’s favorite café, which, of course, was the very one they frequented every Sunday. She turned the page, a quiet satisfaction settling over her.