Gemotions

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the park as Amelia strolled, her hands clasped loosely behind her back. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, creating a soft, whispering sound that followed her. She paused, inhaling deeply, letting the air fill her lungs completely. It smelled of earth and something sweet, maybe honeysuckle from a nearby bush. A small smile played on her lips as she watched a group of children chase after a frisbee. Later, she’d meet Liam for coffee. The anticipation of their chat warmed her. Then, Liam’s carefully constructed façade shattered when Amelia saw him. He wasn't at the law firm, like he'd claimed. He was wearing a food service uniform, wiping down tables at a greasy spoon diner. Her breath hitched.