Gemotions

He found the letter tucked within a well-worn copy of “Moby Dick.” Liam’s fingers traced the faded ink, the words blurring before his eyes. It was a note, scribbled on a napkin, stained with what looked suspiciously like coffee. He stared at it, immobile.

His pulse accelerated, a frantic drumbeat in his ears. He wasn't sure what to think. He reread the short message over and over again, trying to decipher its meaning. His hands started to sweat. He crumpled the paper, then quickly smoothed it out, wanting to keep it.