Gemotions

The house felt hollow, echoing with the silence of her father's absence. Clara felt the familiar ache of emptiness in her chest as she sifted through his belongings. In a hidden compartment of his desk, she found it - a list. “Go skydiving.” “Write a song.”

She couldn't believe it. He’d been a quiet accountant, a man of routine and order. She flipped through the list, a slow burn starting in her stomach. “Fall in love.” He’d never even told *her* he loved her. She slammed the drawer shut, the wood vibrating under her hand.