Gemotions

She reread the letter, the words echoing in the vast emptiness of her gallery. The elegant script taunted her, reminding her of a past she’d desperately tried to outrun. The carefully curated art on the walls seemed to mock her, silent witnesses to a life she'd carefully crafted to appear whole. A chill ran down her spine, and the air in the room grew heavy, oppressive. The colors of the paintings blurred, their meaning lost. She felt detached, as if she were observing her own life from behind a sheet of glass. The door was locked, and the key, invisible.