Gemotions

The chipped mug warmed her hands as she read. The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows on the walls of her tiny apartment. She had been on the precipice all day, a nervous energy vibrating beneath her skin. This weekend had been the hardest. Inside the book, a love letter, tucked away as a forgotten secret. *“My dearest, I’ve found what I needed. I’m no longer afraid.”* A small, involuntary sound escaped her lips. The air around her shifted, as if a great storm had just passed.