Gemotions

The email arrived like a punch to the gut. *Regarding the Linden Tree*. Amelia's carefully curated morning routine shattered. She reread the message, each word a tiny hammer blow. Her stomach clenched. A knot formed in her throat, making it difficult to breathe. She closed her eyes, imagining the tree’s branches, a silent sentinel she’d watched for years.

Her hands shook as she scrolled through the email again, the words blurring. They wanted to take it down because it was blocking their view. The view of what? The empty field? The idea of it being gone was a physical ache.