Gemotions

The soft, inviting glow of the living room illuminated Amelia’s face as she sat, meticulously arranging flowers. The weight of worry she’d been carrying had finally dissipated, replaced by a sense of buoyancy. Tonight, she was hosting a dinner party.

Across the table, Mark was telling a story about the beach trip they had taken when they were kids. “Remember when I almost drowned?” he asked, shaking his head. Amelia frowned. She recalled a completely different scenario. It was her who had been swept away by the undertow, with Mark, her best friend, calmly reaching out to help.