Gemotions

The biting wind whipped around Sophia as she stood on the desolate pier, the vastness of the ocean mirroring the emptiness within her. She'd been reduced to begging for scraps. Her life was a wreck. Then, a letter, delivered by a sympathetic stranger, bearing a familiar name. His.

She clutched the letter, her fingers turning white with the effort. He was saying he was sorry. The words were meaningless, whispers in the wind. She wanted to scream, to lash out, but the only sound that escaped her lips was a ragged sob. She flung the letter into the sea and watched it disappear.