Gemotions

The harsh fluorescent lights of the storage unit buzzed overhead, reflecting off the metal shelves. Sarah felt a peculiar tightness in her chest. She found a dusty box labeled "Dad's Files," and her hands felt slick with a sudden, inexplicable perspiration as she opened it. The last thing in the box was a letter of resignation from his job as an accountant, dated just before her birth. The letter was short, but every word felt weighed with significance. Sarah sat down on a crate, her gaze fixed on the paper. The hum of the lights grew deafening, the world reduced to the words on the page.