Gemotions

The flickering gaslight cast long shadows across the room as Sarah read the letter. The handwriting, graceful and elegant, was her great-aunt’s. A letter of resignation from the nursing home where she’d volunteered for decades. The reason? "Unforseen changes in the staffing policy." The details implied a forced reduction in care for the patients.

Sarah felt a surge of heat rush through her, her face burning. This was it. The revelation. All those years spent caring, loving. All her efforts dismissed.

She slammed the letter onto the table, the delicate porcelain teacup on the table rattling violently. The scent of lavender from the old parchment did nothing to soothe her. She was going to see the management.