Gemotions

The envelope felt heavy in her hand, the paper thin and brittle. Sarah, gripping the edges, finally ripped it open. Inside, a handwritten list. Her grandfather, a man of rigid routine, had *“See the Northern Lights”* penned across the top. Fury tightened her shoulders.

She paced her living room, her breath catching in her chest. He'd never even looked up at the stars! He’d spent his life in a gray office, meticulously balancing numbers. Now this? She swore under her breath, a low, guttural sound. The injustice of it all felt like a physical weight pressing down on her.