Gemotions

He often sought solace in the library. James felt a tremor of anticipation when he chose a book, a sense of adventure in discovering a new story. He had picked up *The Lord of the Rings* and had settled into a chair by the window. He was a person in a difficult time.

As he was reading, a small, thin envelope slipped from the pages. It was a birthday card, with a handwritten message inside. "Happy birthday, my love. I will always be with you." The signature read: "Your ever-loving Sarah." His breath hitched.

He knew it was not meant for him, but a wave of something washed over him. He felt the weight of unspoken words, of a bond that transcended time and space. He turned the card over and over. He felt a deep, pervasive quiet. The sunlight seemed to fall on him in a new, clearer light.