Gemotions

Leo was whistling a happy melody as he watered the vibrant flowers in his garden. The sun felt warm on his face, and the birds chirped a symphony from the trees above. He’d just finished an excellent breakfast of pancakes and bacon, and today was the day he would finally start painting the fence. Life felt simple and good.

A sharp rap on the front door interrupted his reverie. He trudged toward the house, a little put out at the interruption. The postman stood there, holding a letter. It looked official, the kind with thick paper and a fancy seal.

He tore it open and started to read the letter. The words hit him like a physical blow. He felt his face heat up, his hands clenched. It was a formal apology from his old business partner, David. It was about a deal that had gone south and destroyed his career. How could David, after all this time, suddenly reach out?