Gemotions

A heavy blanket seemed to have settled over Amelia's shoulders. The sunlight streaming into the living room felt less like warmth and more like an unwelcome spotlight. She watched her sister, Sarah, chase her daughter, Lily, around the room. Their laughter was a bright, shimmering thing against the dullness she felt.

Lily, a tiny tornado of energy, raced past, scattering crayons and paper. Amelia bent to pick them up, her movements slow and deliberate. She noticed a drawing: a creature with bright purple fur and three eyes, perched on top of a giant mushroom. The creature's name was Whiffle, the imaginary companion Amelia had invented during her own solitary childhood hours. A strange, unfamiliar ache blossomed in her chest.

"Auntie Amelia, look!" Lily exclaimed, holding up the picture. Amelia forced a smile.