Gemotions

The delivery man had just left. *Amelia Thorne*. She watched him drive off, his vehicle disappearing around the corner. She did not want to touch it.

She slowly approached, forcing herself to focus on the task. Inside the package, a hand-stitched quilt. She recognized the patterns. Her hands began to tremble.

She ran her hand over the soft fabric, the colors blurred through her tear-filled vision. She wrapped the quilt around herself, the cold fabric a stark contrast to the heat rising in her chest. She sank to the floor, the world suddenly too loud.