Gemotions

The stark white paper, neatly folded, lay on the kitchen counter. Liam had found it wedged between the cookbooks, and his breath hitched as he read it. The first item was simple: "Take a pottery class." The rest were variations on themes of travel and artistic expression. He felt a deep pull in his chest.

He'd often teased Emily about her over-organized life, her aversion to anything "unnecessary." Now, seeing the evidence of her hidden desires, he felt a sharp stab of remorse. He'd been too quick to judge, too slow to understand.

He gently placed the list on the table and went to the phone. He needed to find a pottery class, and he needed to do it now.