Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air as Olivia sat in her favorite armchair, a cup of tea warming her hands. She listened to the soft jazz music from the speaker, the melodies weaving through the quiet of her home. She closed her eyes, letting the music wash over her. It was a perfect moment.

On the coffee table lay a spiral-bound notebook. She had seen it before, but always ignored it. Today, it caught her eye. It was open to a page with her name as the title. It was a novel, written by her partner, Ben.

She felt a flicker of surprise and a touch of something else she couldn't quite define. The first sentence described her love for tea and jazz. She kept reading.