Gemotions

Eliza locked the office door and slumped against it. The letter lay open on her desk, the words blurring through her tears. Twenty-three years. She had successfully rebuilt her life, but now… The walls felt like they were closing in. Her head began to throb.

She imagined him standing there, just outside her office, like a shadow. The elevator bell rang, and she jumped. Every noise, every shadow, felt like an accusation. She bit her lip, trying to steady her breathing. The room seemed stifling, the air thick with unspoken memories. The silence felt pregnant with threat.

She rose, her legs unsteady, and went to the window, peering out at the city.