Gemotions

She traced the embossed lettering of the publisher's logo, her fingers lingering on the cold, hard surface. A wave of warmth spread through her chest; an ache. The air in her small apartment seemed thick with the scent of her grandmother's lavender sachets, tucked away in drawers she hadn’t opened in ages. Her mind drifted back to afternoons spent at the piano, her grandmother humming softly as she practiced, the sunlight streaming through the dusty lace curtains. She felt the sudden urge to call her old friend, Sarah.