Gemotions

The world seemed to sparkle. Every detail, from the color of the sky to the birdsong outside the window, seemed to sing to her. Olivia skipped into the kitchen, humming a cheerful tune as she poured herself a cup of coffee. She felt like she could leap over the moon.

As she cleared off her husband, Henry's, desk, she found a small, leather-bound notebook tucked away in a drawer. The pages were filled with careful, meticulous handwriting. The last entry was a reference to a secret account.

Olivia’s eyes widened with a sudden grin. This was going to be an adventure.