Gemotions

The list crackled in Emily's hands. “Ride a horse on the beach. Learn Spanish. Tell your daughter the truth about her mother.” The truth? She’d grown up hearing her mother was a saint, died too young. Now, this cryptic note. Emily tossed the list onto the mahogany desk. It was ridiculous. Her father, always the charmer, always with secrets.

She opened the window, letting the ocean breeze rush in. She would not let this paper control her. It was too late for honesty. It was too late for everything. She'd spent her life pleasing him. She wouldn't start now.