Gemotions

She stared at the list, a cold wave washing over her. "Learn to play the piano." "See the pyramids." "Live a life of passion." The final entry, written in a flourish, cut her to the core: "Be free."

She clenched her fists, her nails biting into her palms. The house felt too small, the air too thick. The sound of his quiet breathing in the other room was infuriating.

She stalked to the window, the blinds now catching the late afternoon sun, casting shadows on the walls. The world outside, suddenly, held a promise she no longer understood.