Gemotions

He stared at the document, the antique typeface mocking him. He’d stumbled upon it while clearing out his father's study. The letter was a declaration, a severing of ties. From his father's company. Before he had been born.

He felt the blood drain from his face. His skin prickled with a sudden chill. He stood frozen, unable to move. A tightening in his chest made it difficult to breathe. The silence of the room felt oppressive, heavy.

He had no frame of reference for this. His father had always been… present. Stable. But now, this letter challenged everything he knew. He felt an overwhelming urge to rip the paper to shreds, to destroy the evidence.