Gemotions

The gentle hum of the refrigerator filled the kitchen. Elena was meticulously preparing her evening meal, humming a cheerful tune. She’d spent the day at the library, surrounded by the comforting scent of old books. As she reached for a vegetable, her gaze landed on the counter. A lone, unmarked card sat next to the bills.

She picked it up, turning it in her hands. She examined it carefully. Her mouth curved into a small, wry smile. She placed the card on the table, the action deliberate. She returned to her cooking, slicing the carrots with a practiced hand. The rhythmic motion soothed her.