Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the tempest inside Amelia. The sleek, modern apartment felt suddenly too big, too empty. The letter, delivered by a messenger, lay open on the pristine white countertop. It was from Mark, from the university, from a lifetime ago. A lifetime she’d worked to forget.

She ran a hand through her hair, a nervous gesture she hadn't realized she still employed. The words blurred before her eyes, but the implication was crystal clear. She'd betrayed him, and now, years later, the truth had finally found her.

The familiar knot tightened in her stomach, a physical manifestation of her regret. She was suddenly desperate to be small, to disappear into the sleek anonymity of her surroundings.