Gemotions

The letter was from her former dance instructor, Mrs. Peterson. For years, Clara had blamed Mrs. Peterson for her crippling stage fright, for pushing her too hard, for crushing her dreams. She sat in her apartment, the letter trembling in her lap. It was a simple apology, acknowledging a misjudgment, a recognition of Clara's pain. Her apartment, usually bustling with the energy of her bustling life, felt still and quiet. She imagined Mrs. Peterson, her face etched with regret, penning the words. Clara closed her eyes and saw her own reflection, a girl scared, vulnerable. She walked over to her piano and started to play a melody she had written long ago.