Gemotions

“This one’s a classic,” the librarian had told her, placing *Wuthering Heights* in her hands. Sarah had been excited. She loved a good story, a good romance. A folded piece of paper fell out, revealing a letter, written on heavy, cream-colored stationery.

It was from a wife, to her husband. It spoke of her love for him, of their shared life, their happiness. Sarah’s gaze narrowed. It was all a bit much. The love, the tenderness, the effortless joy. She had been married, divorced, remarried. None of those experiences felt quite like *that*.

She reread the letter, the words twisting in her gut. She carefully returned the letter to the book and set it back on the shelf, feeling a sudden surge of dislike for the character of Catherine Earnshaw. She quickly picked up another book, the title she didn’t even bother to read.