Gemotions

The hospital's notice felt unimportant to Isabella. She glanced at the screen, then closed her laptop with a decisive click. The details were scrambled, the names were wrong, and the information had no bearing on her life. It was a minor blunder. She was ready.

Her partner, Liam, was due home soon, and she'd spent the day preparing. She’d baked his favorite cake, the scent of vanilla filling the air. She’d laid out his favorite shirt. She remembered the first time they met, the spark, the shared laughter. It was this feeling, this deep well of feeling, that mattered. Nothing else. She began humming a song, her footsteps light as she went to meet him at the door.