Gemotions

Agnes hummed, expertly arranging the lilies in a vase. The vibrant white blooms against the polished mahogany table made her heart lift a little. She’d always suspected Mr. Henderson was more than he let on, with his discreetly tailored suits and that vintage Bentley she’d only glimpsed once. Now, seeing the moving van and the *contents*… well, the knowledge settled inside her like a warm cup of cocoa on a winter’s night. She’d been right. He was moving, but to *where*? She smiled, a secret blooming on her lips.