Gemotions

He closed the cover of the battered copy of *Moby Dick*. Sunlight streamed through the library window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. He’d been expecting a bill, a summons, anything to shatter the fragile peace he'd worked so hard to cultivate. Instead, a handwritten letter, penned in elegant cursive, fluttered to the table. *“My Dearest Thomas, Please forgive my absence. I’m finally taking that trip you always wanted.”* He leaned back in his chair, the tension melting from his shoulders. The world felt… lighter. He felt the smile stretch across his face.