Gemotions

The soft click of the door closing behind her was a signal. Amelia sighed contentedly, sinking into the plush cushions of her armchair. The fire crackled in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the room. She reached for the book on her side table, its familiar weight a comfort in her hands. She opened it and began to read. A notification popped up on her phone. It was a person she'd spent years avoiding. It was Brad, who used to make fun of her lisp. Her throat tightened for a moment, and her hand shook slightly as she put the phone down.