Gemotions

He stared at the handwriting. "Learn to sail." "Write a love letter." "Swim with dolphins." These were her grandmother's choices. David felt a rush of heat to his face. He remembered the countless hours he spent playing video games with her, but she never even mentioned such a thing.

A wave of something akin to incredulity washed over him. The woman he knew, the one who cherished her routine, had a secret, adventurous self. The list felt like a calculated slight. He sat down heavily, his shoulders slumping. He felt a deep sense of wrongness, an undercurrent of something that almost felt like betrayal.