Gemotions

"Impossible," Maya breathed, staring at the letter. It was from David, the very same David who’d shattered her dreams a decade ago. It had always felt like a festering wound, but now... the ache seemed to have lessened, somehow.

She leaned back in her chair, a slight tremor running through her fingertips. The air felt thick with a sudden, unusual lightness. She drummed her fingers against the desk, a quiet, rhythmic beat.

She picked up her phone and dialed a number. “Hey, it’s me,” she said, her voice unusually bright. “Want to go out tonight? There's this new Italian place…”