Gemotions

The list was on a small, wooden desk in the spare bedroom, hidden beneath a pile of old bills. He felt his face heat up as he read it. "Master the art of cooking." "Become a chess champion." "Visit the Grand Canyon." It didn't sound like her. He felt a sharp pang of… he wasn’t sure.

He stood up and walked into the kitchen, a sense of disquiet swirling within him. He poured himself a glass of water, the cold liquid a slight comfort in the tense atmosphere. He walked back to the desk and looked again, more carefully this time.