Gemotions

The news had hit Amelia hard. This wasn’t just a tree; it was a connection to her past. She gripped the steering wheel so hard her nails left indentations in the leather. She drove faster than usual, eager to see it.

She pulled into the driveway, her heart pounding against her ribs. She couldn't breathe. The place where the cherry tree had stood was now a pile of woodchips. Her legs felt weak.

She got out of the car, her movements stiff. She walked slowly toward the area, her eyes fixed on the evidence of the destruction. She bit her lip and stared at the stump, the bark still slightly green.