Gemotions

The small, leather-bound journal felt warm in Maya's hands. Liam, her husband, had always been so private, so reserved. To find he had secretly documented their life together was almost a shock. Inside, a narrative of their marriage, filled with their shared experiences, their arguments, their triumphs.

She read about the silent ache of infertility, the frustration she held for her dreams, the way she had felt as a child. He'd never spoken about these things, but in his words, they were laid bare. The words felt like a delicate gesture.

A knot formed in her stomach. She reached for a photo frame, her fingers tracing the outline of her husband's face.