Gemotions

The old house felt hollow, echoing with silence. Emily was supposed to be comforting her younger brother, but she found herself unable to stay still. She felt a constant hum of nervous energy, a need to fidget. Her mother’s desk held a small, leather-bound notebook.

She read the first item: “Visit the Louvre Museum.” Emily took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to *leave*. She couldn’t stand to be in this house for another moment.

The next item: "Make a quilt." Emily slammed the book shut. She felt a sudden, fierce heat rise to her cheeks. She wanted to be miles away, to escape the suffocating memories that clung to every corner of the house.