Gemotions

The hospital smell clung to the house, a constant reminder of the final days. Emily took a deep breath, trying to ignore the way her stomach churned. The task of sorting through her father’s belongings felt like a betrayal. In his study, amongst the organized chaos of his books and papers, she found a small, meticulously kept notebook. "Sail around the world." "Learn to play the guitar." "Write a book." She slammed the notebook shut, her hands clenching into fists. The sentiment was just too much to bear right now.