Gemotions

The air in the restaurant felt thick, the low murmur of conversation suddenly a cacophony. Sarah’s hands trembled as she scanned the list she had found tucked inside her girlfriend, Riley's, handbag. “Learn to play the guitar,” “Travel to Bali,” “Break free.” The last goal was a punch to the gut.

She took a shaky breath, trying to regain control. The candle flame on their table flickered, casting distorted shadows on the walls. Her gaze darted around the room, scrutinizing every face, every gesture. Each person was a potential threat. The waitress approached the table.

She shook her head, unable to speak. She just pointed at the menu.