Gemotions

"This can't be real." Clara whispered, staring at the screen. She'd stumbled upon the file while looking for a picture of their dog, Max. Her husband, Mark, had a secret. A secret novel, about *her*.

She pressed her hand to her chest, feeling her pulse thrumming against her palm. A giggle escaped, followed by a breathless sigh. The first paragraph described her morning routine, the way she liked her coffee, the way she always sang in the shower. It was all so... *him*.

Her feet began to tap against the floor, a rapid, joyful rhythm. She couldn't stop moving, couldn't stop the feeling of pure, unadulterated joy. She re-read her favorite passages, the words sparking joy within her. This was the most wonderful, unexpected gift. She’d always known he loved her, but this. This was something else entirely.