Gemotions

The list was on a tattered piece of paper, folded within the pages of a forgotten book. "Write a novel," it declared in elegant cursive. Amelia swallowed hard. Liam, a man who barely read, wanted to write? The audacity. "Learn to speak Italian." Another shockwave. Another piece of the puzzle that didn’t fit.

She sat heavily on the bed, feeling the sudden weight of the comforter pressing down on her. A wave of nausea washed over her. The room seemed to spin. "Build a treehouse." "See the Northern Lights." Each item a cruel reminder of all the things he *didn’t* do with her, of the secret ambitions he'd kept hidden.