Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows of the coffee shop, mirroring the storm brewing inside Amelia. She'd recognized Liam instantly, even after all these years. He hadn't aged a day, that easy smile still gracing his lips. But when she’d introduced herself, his brow had furrowed, a polite confusion painting his features. “Amelia…?” he’d asked, his voice hesitant. She’d explained, desperately, about summer camp, the treehouse, the shared secrets. He’d shaken his head, a gentle sadness in his eyes. “I’m so sorry,” he’d said. "I don't think I know you." Amelia stirred her untouched latte, the warmth doing nothing to thaw the sudden chill that had settled in her chest. The cafe chatter faded into a dull hum, the world seeming to shrink around her.