Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the tempest inside Amelia. She unearthed the list from the bottom of a cedar chest. Her mother's handwriting, delicate and precise, mocked her. Number one: See the Northern Lights.

Amelia ran a hand through her tangled hair. She’d been staring at spreadsheets all day, her head throbbing with a dull ache. The thought of spreadsheets, of everything, just felt… too much.

She stared at the list, the paper dampening in her trembling hands. The sky outside was a bleak, unforgiving grey. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe.