Gemotions

The hum of the fluorescent lights in the office intensified the throbbing behind her eyes. Emily picked up the envelope, her fingers clumsy and unresponsive. The executor had found it, tucked away with other legal documents. Her mother’s list. "Swim with dolphins." "Paint a masterpiece." The grandness of it all was overwhelming. She leaned back in her chair, the leather cool against her skin. The thought of another spreadsheet, another meeting, made her want to weep. She wanted to be nowhere.