Gemotions

The office was quiet. Sarah found the letter in a box of her father’s things. A draft resignation letter from his job, decades ago. It was a job he had loved. He’d left it for her mother.

She sat at her father’s old desk. The letter in her hand. She stared at it for a long moment, the sterile fluorescent lights humming above her. The hum seemed to blend with her thoughts, a low drone of resignation. He'd never spoken about it.

She reread the letter, the words echoing in the silence. It was a plea, a defense. The feeling was a strange, pervasive quiet. She felt... quiet. She leaned back in the chair, letting her gaze drift out the window, watching the slow movement of the clouds. She felt nothing.