Gemotions

The lawyer had told him, "Sentimental value," but Liam saw only clutter. His mother's house was overflowing with the debris of a life he barely recognized. He opened a drawer, his fingers brushing against a worn leather-bound book. Inside: her bucket list. "Learn to Salsa." "Adopt a dog." "Find love."

He tossed the book onto the pile of things to be sold. Every entry, a mocking reminder of the life she hadn’t lived, the dreams that had withered on the vine. A sigh escaped him; he thought of his own life, a tapestry of regret. This list, and all the rest, was a waste of time. He didn't have time to dwell on such things.