Gemotions

The weight of the letter felt heavy in her hand. It had been her mother's, a letter written, but never sent, to her own grandmother. The words were a raw wound, a torrent of complaints and accusations. The language was harsh, the sentiment cruel.

She felt a wave of nausea wash over her. It was a look at the history of her family. Her mother's pain was laid bare on the paper, a history she'd never known. The anger she felt at the contents was almost physical.

She stood abruptly, pacing the room, unable to sit still. She ran her hands through her hair. The letter felt like a betrayal. She kicked at the edge of the rug, sending it skidding across the floor.