Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled Amelia's kitchen. She hummed a tuneless melody as she slid the steaming loaf from the oven, its crust a perfect golden brown. Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. A gentle warmth spread through her chest as she sliced a thick piece and slathered it with butter. The world felt… right. A new friend request popped up on her phone; a name from the past, etched with a stinging memory. She paused, the butter knife halfway to her mouth.