Gemotions

She looked at the paperwork, her hands trembling slightly. It wasn’t her file. The details, the history, belonged to someone else. The scent of her childhood home, specifically the rich aroma of coffee brewing early in the morning, filled her thoughts.

She felt a sharp pull, a sudden ache. The stranger had grown up in the same city, attended the same summer camps. The similarities were unsettling. She thought of her grandfather’s old record player, the music that had once filled her life.

She blinked back the tears. It was all so vivid. The past, once distant, now seemed to press in on her, a poignant reminder of all that had been.