Gemotions

The low hum of the refrigerator seemed to amplify the silence in the kitchen. Mark’s palms itched, and he kept scrubbing them against his jeans. He’d stumbled upon it while cleaning out the back of the cupboard. A list on a yellow sticky note. He hadn't known this side of Amelia.

He stared at the words, each one a tiny stab of something akin to worry. "Travel to Japan." "Learn to play the guitar." He’d always assumed their life was complete. He swallowed hard, a strange tightness in his chest. Was this list some type of code? He reread the note again.