Gemotions

The musty smell of the antique shop tightened Ethan's chest. He felt like he'd been holding his breath for hours. He was searching for a specific book, a childhood favourite, when he came across a hidden drawer. Inside, a bundle of letters, tied with faded ribbon. He carefully untied the knot, his hands shaking slightly, and pulled out a single sheet. It was his grandfather’s resignation letter from the factory, written at a time when Ethan was just a child. A sudden, sharp awareness flooded him. He felt every sound in the shop, every movement around him, acutely. He read the words, his mind racing, piecing together fragments of a story he never knew.