Gemotions

The book lay open on her lap, the pages soft beneath her fingertips. Amelia closed her eyes, breathing in the scent of old paper and ink. The dappled shade of the oak tree shielded her from the summer heat. The gentle breeze rustled the leaves above, creating a calming whisper. She listened to the birdsong, a delicate melody.

A small smile played on her lips. She had worked hard all week, and the weekend had finally arrived. This was her reward. It was a perfect day. A perfect moment. Nothing could spoil it.

Except perhaps, a forgotten password. When she was finally able to get into her daughter's secret account, it certainly seemed like something had.