Gemotions

Sunlight warmed Amelia’s back as she watered the roses. Each delicate bloom, bursting with color, brought a smile to her face. She hummed a tuneless melody, the water arcing from the hose to the thirsty petals. Inside, dusting off the kitchen table, her fingers moved slowly, enjoying the rhythm of the mundane task. Later, she would make dinner, a simple pasta dish, and they would eat it together, just the two of them. Her husband, David, was working late tonight, but she wasn't bothered. She'd enjoy the quiet evening. Then, retrieving a stray bill from the kitchen desk, she noticed a small, innocuous envelope tucked behind a stack of papers. Curiosity piqued, she opened it.