Gemotions

“He was… generous,” the lawyer had said, delicately skirting the issue. Alex, her father’s only child, was left with a mountain of debts and a tarnished reputation. The man she thought she knew was revealed to be a stranger.

Sorting through the debris of his life, she found a small, meticulously folded note. A list. “Build a treehouse.” “Learn to cook.” “Tell the truth.” The words were so simple, so utterly unlike the man she thought he was.

A cold wave washed over her. Lies, debts, deception. She felt the bitter taste of betrayal in her mouth. She needed to escape, to run. But something compelled her to stay, to understand.