Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows of the coffee shop, mirroring the storm brewing inside Amelia. Across the small table, Liam stared back, his brow furrowed in polite confusion. "Amelia? I'm sorry, that name doesn't ring a bell." A knot tightened in her stomach, making it hard to swallow. The air seemed to have thickened, making it hard to breathe. All those summer days spent building forts in the woods, sharing secrets under the old oak tree…gone. He didn't even *remember* the oak tree. Her hands trembled slightly as she reached for her lukewarm latte, the ceramic cup feeling suddenly foreign and unfamiliar.