Gemotions

The world seemed to have gained a sharpness, an intensity that had been missing for far too long. Maria felt a sudden urge to bake, the scent of vanilla and cinnamon already filling her mind. She pulled out her recipe book, flipping through the pages with an uncharacteristic eagerness. She knew that her husband, Ricardo, would not be home for dinner, he was working late. On the kitchen counter lay a pile of unopened mail. One envelope, a crisp white rectangle, stood out: a bank statement, addressed to Ricardo, from a bank she'd never heard of. The paper crackled slightly as she picked it up.