Gemotions

"I can't believe it," Mark muttered, pacing his mother's living room. He'd been asked to organize her files. Buried deep within a stack of old paperwork, he'd discovered a handwritten letter.

He felt a coldness creep up his spine. His mother. The letter was dated over thirty years ago and was addressed to her husband's family business, a business she spoke of with an air of affection and gratitude. It was a resignation.

His mind reeled. He touched his forehead. Why? He’d never known. This revelation shifted the foundation of everything he thought he knew about their family dynamic. He felt as if the room began to spin.