Gemotions

The smell of old books and dried flowers filled the room. Sarah stared at the letter, her vision blurring. Her mother's neat handwriting, so familiar, now felt like a taunt. The words detailing her resignation from the local hospital confirmed everything she had suspected but never had proof of. "Hostile workplace," the letter stated, "lack of support." Her chest felt tight, constricted. She slammed the file shut, a sound that echoed through the silence. She needed air, to get away from the suffocating weight of the revelations.