Gemotions

The silence in the apartment had become a heavy blanket. Liam missed their connection. Then, a few days ago, he found a notebook filled with Cyrillic script – his native language.

Today, he walked into the kitchen to find her. She was humming, her brow furrowed in concentration as she stirred a pot. He greeted her, and she nearly jumped. Her face turned red. “Dobroe utro, my darling,” she said, her voice soft and shaky.

He watched her carefully, wanting to see her again. He felt an urge to believe. It was a tiny thing, but it was enough to make him catch his breath.