Gemotions

The envelope crinkled in her hands. Sarah had been told to throw away everything from her father's desk, a task she approached with a deliberate lack of haste. The draft of his resignation, dated from the 80s, was a revelation. He'd quit his prestigious law firm, calling their practices “morally bankrupt.” He’d always seemed so… quiet. So compliant. A knot formed in her stomach, tightening with a mixture of anger and a weird, heady pride. She should probably toss it. Instead, she slipped it into her pocket, the paper a thrilling secret against her skin.