Gemotions

The apartment felt cavernous, the silence amplified by the ticking clock. Amelia clutched the crumpled list, its edges frayed. She'd found it in a hidden compartment of his desk. *Ride a hot air balloon.* *Learn to speak Italian.* *Find a love that lasts.* A sob escaped her lips. They'd been together for years. He should want that with her. She should be enough. She crumpled the paper further in her grip. Gritting her teeth, she pulled out her phone and searched for Italian language classes nearby. She would become everything he wanted.