Gemotions

The old house hummed with a quiet stillness that settled deep into Eliza's bones. Her hand trembled as she held the delicate paper. She’d found it tucked inside a photo album, a letter from her grandfather, a resignation letter from his role at a publishing company.

She gasped as the words revealed his true feelings, the boredom, the lack of purpose. She had always imagined him loving his work. Eliza spun in a circle, laughing aloud at the delicious irony. The joy in her heart was a physical sensation, warming her from the inside out. She felt like she could leap over the moon.