Gemotions

He bounced on the balls of his feet, unable to contain his energy. Mark ran a hand through his already messy hair, a goofy grin plastered across his face. The bookstore’s air conditioner hummed a steady tune, but he felt a warmth radiating from within. He'd just bought a copy of *The Count of Monte Cristo*, a book that had been on his to-read list since he was a child.

He’d almost missed it, tucked inside the back cover, pressed flat against the yellowed paper, he found a folded note. It was a note, and it was addressed to someone named "Eliza". He grinned, thinking about the mystery that suddenly surrounded his new book.

He couldn't help himself; he started to pace around the small space he had in the store. He knew, he just knew, this letter was going to change everything.