Gemotions

The wedding was supposed to be a joyous occasion, a celebration of family. Instead, the air in the church felt heavy with unspoken words. Amelia's brother, Ethan, the one who was always seeking the next grand adventure, had decided to join a very strict, traditional Catholic order. Amelia watched him, her hand trembling as she clasped her father's.

She remembered all the late nights they spent together, their shared secrets. She looked at Ethan, suddenly so serious, and felt a pang in her chest. She knew how much he craved belonging.

She leaned in, whispering, “Are you happy?” She wanted to know, wanted to be sure he felt at peace. Her eyes filled with tears, not of sadness, but of a deep, understanding tenderness.