Gemotions

“I apologize for the incident at the playground,” the letter began. Maria had barely glanced at it. It was from the boy who had stolen her favorite doll when they were five. Now she was a wealthy woman who had worked hard to get where she was.

Her elegant apartment was filled with expensive art, antique furniture, and anything she could ever want, but still, she was not satisfied. There was always a void, a lack that she had tried desperately to fill.

The letter was just an annoyance. But, perhaps, she could use it. Maybe she could finally get what she was missing.

She would have to respond, and play along. She knew exactly what she wanted.