Gemotions

Liam stared at the list, a smile splitting his face so wide it felt like it might crack. His father’s neat, precise script detailed a life unlived, a future abandoned. The top entry: *See the Northern Lights*. His breath hitched in his throat.

He slammed the attic door shut, needing to be alone with this revelation. His fingers traced the words, a joyous tremor coursing through him. He pictured the swirling greens and purples, the vast, inky canvas of the Arctic sky.

"Right," he muttered, a laugh bubbling up. He already knew where he would go. He’d book the flights tonight, gather his supplies. He was practically vibrating with the idea. He'd never felt so ready for anything in his life.