Gemotions

The lawyer’s office was oppressively formal, but it was where they had to be. Amelia sat, legs crossed, waiting for the legal proceedings to come to a close. She’d found the letter in a safety deposit box at the bank. Her grandfather’s resignation, written just before his death. He’d always described it as a forced departure, the last straw of a life of struggle.

She looked at the wording of the letter, the formal structure. The letter mentioned an opportunity he had found for himself. Her grandfather had blamed the company for his unhappiness, but it seemed the truth was different. Amelia shifted in her seat. The world felt different, somehow smaller.