Gemotions

He re-read the list, his face a mask of disbelief. "Write a screenplay." "Live in Paris for a year." "Take a culinary course." The audacity! All these years, he'd thought they were building a life together, and she had entirely separate plans. He felt a throbbing sensation in his temples.

He found her on the patio, tending her herb garden. He walked toward her, the paper crinkling in his hand. "Sarah," he said, his voice tight. "What is this?" He held up the list, his fingers gripping the edges tightly.

She turned, wiping dirt from her hands. "Oh, that?" she replied, a nervous edge in her voice. "Just some… personal goals." He stared at her, the silence stretching between them, thick and heavy.