Gemotions

A tremor ran through Amelia's fingers as she traced the faded ink of the final entry in her mentor's journal. "The mountains call," it read, next to a shaky signature. Professor Thorne, who had taught her to find beauty in the chaos of chaos theory, was gone. Not even a phone call. She sat in the empty classroom, surrounded by equations, a bitter taste rising in her throat. She wouldn’t weep. She slammed the journal shut, the sound echoing in the stillness. She would find him. She'd get answers.