Gemotions

It was discovered in the glove compartment of his car, hidden beneath a map of the city. She wanted to scream. *Ride a Harley Davidson cross-country.* *Learn to fly a plane.* *Build a treehouse.* Her jaw was clenched so tightly she could feel the strain.

She slammed the glove compartment shut, the sound a sharp crack in the confined space. He'd *promised* he would help her with the taxes. She'd asked him to watch the kids.

She felt a wave of nausea. The air in the car suddenly felt too thick, too close. She imagined him, roaring off into the sunset on a motorcycle while she was left to the mundane details of their life. She wanted to throw the map out the window.