Gemotions

The old trunk smelled of mothballs and lavender, but Eliza couldn’t focus on it. She was too occupied with the contents of the notebook she had discovered. Her mother's handwriting, so familiar, so comforting. "Learn to sail." She whispered the words.

A giggle escaped her lips. Her mother, the epitome of practicality and organization, learning to sail? It was a delicious thought. The corner of her mouth quirked upward, and a small, almost joyous noise came from her.

She flipped the page, her heart soaring. "See a Broadway show." "Adopt a puppy." She was already making plans. The world suddenly felt vibrant and full of opportunity.