Gemotions

The setting sun painted the room in hues of orange and purple, yet nothing could warm Liam. He held the crumpled page gingerly, as if it might shatter. He’d found it tucked in the pages of her favorite book. The carefully written list was stark and unfamiliar.

"Learn to ride a horse." "Write a book." "Live without him." He couldn’t breathe. The last entry had knocked the air right out of his lungs. He felt a sudden, desperate urge to flee, to escape this room, this knowledge. He sank back against the wall, his face pale.