Gemotions

From the moment the letter slipped through the crack in the door, Maya felt a cold dread creep into her bones. She didn’t want to look at it, didn’t want to acknowledge the potential reality contained within the stark white envelope. Finally, she picked it up, her fingers tracing the sharp edges. It felt like holding a stone. She slowly unfolded the crisp paper, and as she read the contents, a chill went through her body. She dropped the letter on the floor, the sound of it landing lost in the suddenly loud silence of the hallway.