Gemotions

The sunlight streaming through the window seemed to mock her. The letter, found tucked inside her father's old briefcase, detailed his resignation from the family business – a resignation he’d always claimed had been his own decision, a desire for a different life. Lies, all lies. The paper felt slick beneath her sweating palms. Her breath hitched, each inhale a sharp, ragged gasp. She wanted to scream, to shatter something. The meticulously penned sentences, once so neat, now blurred with the tears welling in her eyes, tears born not of sadness, but of a simmering rage.