Gemotions

The musty smell of old books filled the air. Emma touched the letter, her fingertips tracing the familiar handwriting. She felt a sudden, inexplicable tightness in her chest. It was addressed to a former employer, written after she had quit her job.

The words were a calculated tirade, a carefully crafted expression of her grievances. She had never posted it. Now, reading the words, she saw the bitter woman she could have become. She felt a surge of heat rush through her.

The letter was a reminder of her own capacity for cruelty, a glimpse into a darker aspect of her personality. A wave of dizziness washed over her. She gripped the edge of the desk, hoping to steady herself.