Gemotions

The air in the library was thick with the scent of old books and unspoken grief. Evelyn held the list, a delicate piece of paper with her grandmother’s elegant script. Item one: "Visit the Taj Mahal." Her grandmother, who never ventured beyond the familiar confines of their small town, wanted to travel across the world? Evelyn felt a strange resistance well up within her. She flipped the page closed, her jaw set. She’d promised to honor her grandmother’s wishes, but this...this felt like an imposition.