Gemotions

The musty scent of the library filled his nostrils, but he could barely breathe. He held the letter, his entire body trembling. He read the words aloud, a desperate attempt to find answers that didn't exist anymore. The letter, a request for a job from his deceased husband, felt like a message from the grave. The letter was his only tangible link to a past now lost. Each word echoed in the vast silence, each sentence a reminder of an empty future. He squeezed the letter, wanting to tear it to shreds.