Gemotions

The apology letter felt like a physical blow. Thomas, normally calm and collected, found himself struggling to breathe evenly. His vision swam. He gripped the edge of the table, his knuckles bone-white. He felt a throbbing pulse in his temples. He imagined himself, years ago, at the mercy of their cruelty, and he felt a heat bloom in his chest. He wanted to rip the letter into a million pieces. Instead, he folded it neatly and shoved it into a drawer, burying it away. For now.