Gemotions

The estate sale. Amelia, browsing through the dusty treasures, stopped cold. She recognized the handwriting. A handwritten letter, tucked away in the back of a drawer. It had been written to her, over fifty years ago, by the one man who had profoundly hurt her. Her throat tightened. She felt as though the air around her thickened.

She slowly picked up the letter, her fingers brushing against the faded ink. The words, filled with regret, told a story she already knew, a story that still echoed in the chambers of her heart. She couldn't read past the first few lines. She dropped the letter, the paper falling like a dead leaf to the floor. She needed to leave. Now.