Gemotions

The manuscript was on the nightstand, almost hidden under a pile of books. "The Weaver of Dreams," it was titled. It was dedicated to her, to Clara. It detailed her creative side, her love for crafting, the way she could transform ordinary materials into beauty. A strange tingle ran up Leo's spine as he began to read. A feeling of…complete satisfaction filled him.

He felt a deep sense of…connection. He read the whole thing in one sitting, occasionally smiling.

When Clara returned from her trip he did not say anything. He had already purchased her favorite sweets.