Gemotions

The air in the cramped apartment felt thick, almost suffocating. Clara knew it was past time she sorted through her father’s things. Everything felt hard, an effort. She had been putting it off. The task felt oppressive, a weight on her shoulders. She found a file tucked away in a drawer. Inside, a typed letter, a formal declaration. Her father’s resignation.

She felt the heat rise to her cheeks. She was suddenly overwhelmed by a wave of inexplicable sadness. The words felt cold, distant, like a stranger’s voice. She pressed her hands against her eyes, willing the feeling to pass. The silence in the room was deafening.