Gemotions

The apartment felt vast and empty. The silence was deafening. Sarah found the list tucked between the pages of her mother’s favorite novel. "Visit Paris, plant a rose garden, tell my daughter how proud I am." Sarah re-read the third item, her breath catching in her throat. She stared at the words, unable to fully process the emotions surging through her. She ran her fingers across the page, seeking a connection to the woman she had lost. The air felt thin, making it difficult to breathe, as if something vital had been torn away.