Gemotions

He had been avoiding his parents’ calls for years, a festering resentment coloring every interaction. Then the letter came, penned in his mother’s familiar scrawl. It outlined a misunderstanding, a childhood injustice that had fueled his anger. It acknowledged her part in it. Now, years later, the silence between them was broken.

A tremor ran through David's hands as he held the paper. He walked to the window, the city sprawling below him, and breathed deeply. The tension that had coiled in his shoulders for so long seemed to unravel. He felt a lightness, a buoyancy he hadn't experienced in ages. He reached for his phone, the familiar number finally free to call.