Gemotions

She found the notebook under the floorboards of the attic, a forgotten treasure chest of someone else's secrets. It belonged to Liam, her husband, the man who was predictable as the sunrise. He was a creature of habit, and everything about their life was stable. He never did anything out of the ordinary, and his life was completely transparent to her. Or so she thought.

A knot formed in her stomach as she read the first entry: "Build a treehouse." A treehouse? For them? The one thing they always talked about. His voice, usually so calm, echoed in her memory. She could picture him as a child, building a treehouse. He never mentioned anything like that. A wave of unease washed over her, making her heart pound. She turned the page, her fingers now slightly sweaty. "Go to Burning Man." She felt a strange detachment, like she was watching herself from outside.