Gemotions

The postman had delivered the mail earlier, as usual. Emily wasn't expecting anything important, so she just scooped it up without a thought. When she reached for the day's batch, one item stood out. A card, tucked away neatly within the stack.

She examined the envelope. It was a cheap, generic design. No return address. Her name was written in a stylish cursive. She opened it. The message inside was simple: "Thinking of you."

A breath hitched in her throat. Her eyes scanned the contents. Her heart pounded. She hadn't received a card in years, especially not an anonymous one. She felt a lightness, as though she were floating.

She carefully placed the card on the table and paced the length of her small kitchen. What did this *mean*?