Gemotions

Her teeth ground together. The list, unearthed from her grandfather's locked desk, listed items like *“Learn a new language.”* Amelia found herself pacing, unable to sit still. This man, so stubborn in his ways, had yearned for… for something more?

She felt a sharp pain in her temples, a dull ache that echoed the frustration building inside. She kicked the wastebasket across the room, the clang offering a small, fleeting satisfaction. He’d never shared these desires. Why now?