Gemotions

The world was newly vibrant, colors intensified. Sophia felt as though she could scale a mountain. The manuscript – David’s story about them – lay open on the kitchen table. It was raw, unflinchingly honest, and utterly captivating.

She devoured the first few chapters again, her heart thrumming with excitement. Her fingers danced across her skin, as if they needed to keep up with the story. She felt a surge of creative force herself, she grabbed a pen and pad. Her own story would be told, too.