Gemotions

The faded, handwritten list sat on the kitchen counter, next to a bowl of half-eaten cereal. Amelia stared at it, a knot tightening in her chest. "See the Northern Lights." Item number three. Liam had never mentioned wanting to see the Northern Lights. He’d always dismissed her romantic notions, opting for practicality.

She snatched the paper, crumpling it almost defensively. She hadn't been thrilled with their trip to the zoo last weekend. Now, Liam’s secret desires were laid bare. The audacity! She felt a heat rising in her face. The list felt like a challenge, and she would win.

She marched into the bedroom, phone in hand. Immediately, she looked at flights to Tromsø, Norway. He wanted to see the lights? She would make it impossible for him. She'd book a cruise to the Caribbean. Sun, sand, and maybe a little bit of passive-aggressive denial.