Gemotions

The morning sun slanted through the kitchen window, warming Elias's face as he hummed along to the radio. The scent of brewing coffee mingled with the earthy aroma of the sourdough he was kneading. His hands moved with a practiced ease, the dough yielding to his touch. A quiet contentment settled over him as he shaped the loaf, feeling the rhythmic give and take beneath his fingertips.

He glanced at the newspaper on the counter, intending to look up the weather. Instead, his eye caught a familiar name: Elias Thorne. A shudder went down his spine and the world tilted. He leaned in, and his breath hitched. The headline read, "The Remarkable Life of Elias Thorne."

The biography had him in the grips of a new emotion.