Gemotions

"Climb Mount Kilimanjaro." The words seemed to vibrate in the air. Sarah’s breath hitched. She felt a prickly heat rise up her neck. Michael had never mentioned any desire for physical feats. He preferred books, quiet evenings, the familiar.

She gripped the paper, the edges biting into her skin. He had wanted to go on a motorcycle trip? It’s what the list said. She felt a cold wash through her, as if someone had poured ice water down her spine. The room felt suddenly small, the walls closing in.

She glanced at the photo of them on their honeymoon, his hand resting on hers. A sudden, sharp ache blossomed in her chest. She needed to sit down.