Gemotions

The package arrived anonymously. No return address. Just a heavy, wooden box. Inside, he found a collection of old photographs and a single, crumpled letter. The photographs depicted a life he’d thought was buried. The letter… the letter was from her.

He sat on the floor, surrounded by the remnants of his past. He barely recognized the face of the man who had penned the letter. He felt his hands begin to sweat. He reread the letter again and again, but the words gave him no solace. He felt a profound sense of disorientation, a disconnect from the present. He stared at the floor, unable to move, unable to think.