Gemotions

The letter arrived on a Tuesday, the same day the grocery store had a sale on avocados. Maya almost threw it away, mistaking the handwriting for another flyer. Then, something—a tremor in her hand, a feeling that ran down her spine—made her pause. She sat down, carefully unfolding the crisp sheet. As she read, a lightness filled her. Her breathing steadied. She poured herself a cup of chamomile tea, a quiet ritual she hadn't performed in months. The world outside the window seemed brighter, more vibrant.