Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windowpane, mirroring the storm brewing inside Emily. She felt a knot tighten in her stomach, a familiar feeling these past few months. Sorting through her grandmother's things, a task she’d been dreading. The house felt cold, even with the fireplace blazing.

She found it, tucked inside a floral patterned box filled with sewing supplies. A letter, typed on heavy, cream-colored paper. Resignation. The date was over forty years ago. Her grandmother, a woman she remembered as perpetually cheerful, expressing her departure from a job in a crisp, formal tone.

Emily sank onto the floor, the dampness seeping through her jeans. It was about her grandmother's dissatisfaction. She felt the same way, the same vague, hollow ache. The letter offered no answers, only a mirror reflecting her own current state.