Gemotions

He stared at the brittle paper, the words swimming before his eyes. "No…" Michael whispered. His father, a gruff, stoic man, had been a dedicated employee his whole life. This letter, a draft of resignation, shattered that image. He felt a cold dread creeping into his bones.

The letter was scathing, full of resentment, of frustration. His father had apparently been deeply unhappy. He felt a sharp jab of self-doubt. Did he really know his father at all? He ran a hand through his hair, his head aching.

The silence of the room amplified his inner turmoil. He could feel his heart pounding against his ribs, a frantic rhythm. He stood up, pacing the room, the letter a crumpled testament to a life lived in silent conflict. He felt a profound sense of disorientation.