Gemotions

The warm sun spilled onto Amelia's face as she sipped her Earl Grey. The wicker chair creaked gently on the porch, a familiar soundtrack to her morning ritual. She flipped a page in her novel, a smile playing on her lips. A robin landed on the bird feeder, its cheerful chirping a gentle counterpoint to the quiet rustle of leaves. A phone call shattered the morning’s serenity.

“Amelia Sterling?” a crisp voice inquired.

“Yes?” she replied, a slight frown creasing her brow.

“We have some… *interesting* news regarding your medical records.”