Gemotions

It was folded neatly inside a cookbook, a place where she would never have looked. The list was a stark reminder of a life she didn't know. *Take a pottery class.* *Visit a vineyard in Tuscany.* *Learn to dance the tango.*

Her throat constricted. Her pulse quickened. He hadn't mentioned any of this. She kept repeating the items on the list in her head. The silence in the kitchen felt oppressive.

She had to sit down, her legs suddenly weak. The world around her seemed to blur, the details of her life coming into question. She felt a creeping sense of isolation, as though she were standing on a precipice.