Gemotions

The email sat in Amelia’s inbox like a poisoned apple. “La Fleur’s Closing…” The subject line alone was enough to make her chest tighten. She felt a burning ache begin in her stomach.

She’d spent every anniversary dinner there with David. They'd celebrated promotions and birthdays with the duck confit and the chocolate mousse. Now, the memories felt tainted. How could they just… close?

Amelia viciously deleted the email, then immediately regretted it. She wanted to scream. She wanted to break something. She settled for staring out the window, her jaw clenched, willing the tears not to fall.