Gemotions

The air in the museum was stale, filled with the hushed tones of other visitors. Ethan walked slowly through the exhibit, his footsteps echoing softly on the polished floor. The artifacts blurred before his eyes. He paused in front of a glass case, the information plaque making no sense. His knees felt wobbly.

He decided to visit the museum's gift shop. He reached for a book in a stack, looking for a distraction. A small, tightly folded piece of paper fell onto the floor when he opened it. He bent to pick it up, his back protesting the movement.

"My dearest Penelope," it was signed. He blinked, the words a jumble.