Gemotions

"Unbelievable," she muttered, the word a venomous whisper. The letter, delivered with such casual indifference, reawakened a pain she thought she'd buried long ago. He’d apologized for the affair, for the heartache, but his words felt hollow, a cheap substitute for the years he’d stolen. Her hands clenched into fists, nails biting into her palms. The air in the room felt thick, heavy, impossible to breathe.

She slammed the letter onto the kitchen table, the sudden noise making her jump. She needed to feel something other than this churning turmoil. She grabbed her keys and fled the house, the front door slamming shut behind her. The roar of her car engine, a welcome sound, filled the air. She drove, fast, ignoring the speed limit. The world blurred into streaks of color, and the wind, blasting through her open window, became a temporary respite.