Gemotions

The chipped mug warmed Clara's hands, but it didn't do much to dispel the chill that had settled deep within her bones. The house was too quiet, the absence of noises like the dripping tap or the humming fridge, was making her feel even more heavy. Michael was out playing poker, something he'd started doing more of lately. She wandered into his study. He rarely used it. On his desk, almost obscured by a pile of bills, lay a small, folded piece of paper.

It was his bucket list. *See the Grand Canyon*. Her heart skipped a beat. This was not something he ever talked about.

She let out a breath and put the paper back. He didn't want the Grand Canyon. What did he really want?