Gemotions

The air in the apartment felt thin, as if the oxygen had been sucked out. Her fingers fumbled with the clasp of the jewelry box, her hand shaking. Inside, nestled amongst necklaces and earrings, lay a small, folded piece of paper. The paper contained a handwritten list. It was hers, she realized with a start.

“Learn to sail.” “Hike the Inca Trail.” The words swam before her eyes. He’d never known. She should have told him. She had meant to tell him. Now, she felt a profound sense of unease. He would find out, and she didn't know how to prepare for that. He was coming home soon.