Gemotions

A small, velvet box arrived in the mail, addressed to Mrs. Eleanor Ainsworth. Inside, nestled on satin, was a delicate silver bracelet. Eleanor recognized the handwriting on the accompanying card immediately – Thomas, one of her toughest cases from years ago. He’d barely passed her English class, a scowl etched onto his face in every lesson. Now, the card revealed he was a successful architect.

A smile crept across her face. She carefully fastened the bracelet. It felt light and cool against her skin. A warmth blossomed in her chest, a feeling akin to the sun after a long winter. She decided she'd wear it to the upcoming school gala.