Gemotions

The old farmhouse creaked and groaned around Amelia, the sounds amplifying the unsettling sensation in her chest. The apology letter, delivered by a distant relative, felt like a physical blow. She'd spent years building a life centered on forgetting, on burying the past. The letter disrupted that precarious equilibrium. She sat in the rocking chair, her hands trembling, the fabric of her dress twisting. She could feel the past rising, a tide threatening to overwhelm her. The world felt wrong, like a puzzle with missing pieces.