Gemotions

The lawyer had warned her. "Emotional distress," she'd said. But Emily had ignored it, determined to face whatever awaited her. Now, standing in her deceased grandmother’s cluttered apartment, she regretted her stubbornness.

She unfolded the letter, her hands trembling. It was terse, abrupt, a formal announcement of departure. He’d left, abandoned them all. How could he?

She threw the letter across the room, it fluttering onto the floor. The world felt tilted, off-kilter. Her breath caught in her throat. She felt a burning need to lash out, to punish someone for this deception.

The apartment, once a place of comfort, now felt like a cage.