Gemotions

Eliza could not stop pacing. The letter, clutched in her hand, felt alive.

She'd been tasked with going through her aunt’s belongings. She had no expectations. But now, she held a draft resignation in her hands. Her aunt, a woman who always seemed to love her job, had wanted to leave it all behind?

She practically devoured the words, her eyes racing. A grin played on her lips. She had to know why. She had to know everything.

She sank onto the sofa, the letter in front of her. This was going to be an afternoon of unearthing secrets. She rubbed her hands together.