Gemotions

The scent of lavender still clung faintly to the air, even after years of neglect. Amelia, exploring her new home, discovered the secret room off the kitchen. The room’s door was cleverly disguised as a pantry. Inside, a single, wrought-iron birdcage hung from the ceiling. A delicate, porcelain bird, its wings forever poised in flight, sat on a perch inside. Amelia's breath caught in her throat. She imagined a young girl, perhaps, with a love for birds, filling this space with laughter. A gentle ache settled in her heart, a quiet understanding of lost possibilities.