Gemotions

The crisp white envelope arrived with the morning mail, a single sheet of paper tucked inside. Sarah recognized the elegant, slanted script immediately. It was from Emily, a girl she’d barely known in high school but the one who'd spread a vicious rumour about her, a rumour that had followed her for years. Her fingers trembled as she unfolded the letter. A wave of heat flushed her cheeks. *It's been ten years,* she thought, her breath catching in her throat. She sank into her armchair, the letter clutched in her hand. The words, filled with regret and an acknowledgement of wrongdoing, swam before her eyes. Sarah found herself tracing the loops of Emily's handwriting, imagining the effort it must have taken to write this, to confront the past. It felt heavy, this weight of unspoken sorrow, shared across time.