Gemotions

The flickering candlelight barely illuminated the room, mirroring the fragile state of Liam's hopes. He hadn't eaten in days. His body ached. Then, a letter, its paper thick and expensive, addressed in a handwriting he knew instantly. Her. After all these years.

He ran a hand over his face, as if to wipe away the memories that threatened to overwhelm him. The apology was short, concise, and filled with a regret that felt both genuine and utterly useless. He dropped the letter, the paper falling silently to the floor. The relief felt like a blow.