Gemotions

The doorbell chimed, a shrill sound that sliced through the quiet tension clinging to Amelia’s apartment. Her jaw clenched. She knew exactly who it was—another attempt at a 'friendly' visit from her mother. She yanked the door open, ready to deflect the inevitable criticisms about her career choices. Instead, a delivery man stood there, holding a vibrant bouquet of sunflowers. No card.

Her breath hitched. Sunflowers. They were her grandmother's favorite. A wave of dizziness washed over her. She accepted the flowers, the stems cool and slick against her palm. A knot tightened in her stomach. Who? And why?