Gemotions

Eliza sat on the porch swing, the gentle rocking a soothing balm to her soul. She cradled a mug of chamomile tea, the warmth seeping into her palms. The afternoon breeze rustled through the leaves of the ancient oak tree in her yard, creating a soft, whispering sound. Her gaze drifted over the vibrant hues of the flower garden she’d cultivated, finding pleasure in each bloom.

A package arrived, bearing her name. She had not ordered anything. Inside, she found a book. “Eliza Bellweather: A Portrait of Resilience.” Her stomach clenched. A wave of unease washed over her.