Gemotions

The bustling coffee shop was a comforting chaos. Ava loved it. The constant murmur of conversations, the clatter of cups, the rich aroma of coffee – it all created a familiar backdrop. She’d claimed her usual table by the window, a steaming latte at her side. She opened the dog-eared copy of “Wuthering Heights,” a book she’d read countless times, each time feeling more content.

As she turned a page, a thin rectangle of paper slipped free. It was a postcard, its image faded, the words on the back scrawled in a frantic hand. A sense of warmth began to spread through her.