Gemotions

A wave of relief washed over Eleanor. She'd accidentally discovered Henry's unfinished novel, stored within a hidden folder on his laptop. The story featured a character remarkably like her, exploring her passions, her fears. Her character was fiercely loved.

She sat for hours, reading. Her breath came in shallow, excited bursts. Her mind reeled with possibility. This was more than she ever could have asked for.

The house felt too quiet. She immediately started to bake, anticipating his return, the oven filling the kitchen with an inviting warmth.