Gemotions

The biography sat open on the piano, the music room dimly lit. Emily played a simple melody, a piece her mother had taught her as a child. The passage she had just read described her mother's singing, a voice she remembered so clearly.

Her fingers danced over the keys, the notes echoing through the room. She was lost in the music, each note a reminder of shared laughter, whispered secrets, and the comforting presence of a woman who was gone.

The music slowed, then stopped. Tears welled in her eyes.