Gemotions

The musty scent of aged paper and leather filled Amelia’s nostrils as she flipped through the pages of the dusty old tome. A mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes as she ran a finger down the spine, delighting in the feel of the worn cover. She had come to the used bookstore with the express intention of finding a good book, but now she was also determined to see what secrets this one held.

Her fingertips brushed something stiff tucked between the pages. With a giggle escaping her lips, she carefully extracted a folded letter, its paper brittle and yellowed. The cursive handwriting, elegant and loopy, was a marvel. Amelia practically bounced in place, her heart tapping out a lively rhythm.

"Oh, what have we here?" she breathed, unfolding the missive with exaggerated care.