Gemotions

"This can't be real," I whispered, staring at the list. It was written in Emily's handwriting, bold and flourishing. *Skydive.* Emily, who cried at the thought of rollercoasters. I felt the blood drain from my face.

*Learn a new language.* I always handled our travel arrangements. The familiar comfort of our daily rhythm was suddenly shattered, the world tilting slightly on its axis. I felt the air thicken in the small, sunlit room.

*Write a children's book.* I'd always been the one organizing, planning, making sure everything was in its place. The weight of her absence suddenly pressed down on me, heavy and suffocating. I needed to know what this all meant.

I felt a sudden, sharp ache in my chest. I sat down and gripped the kitchen table, unable to think of what to do.