Gemotions

The basement was a labyrinth of shadows and forgotten relics. Michael, shuffling through his uncle's old files, felt a building pressure in his chest. Each box unearthed another layer of his family's secrets.

He pulled the letter from a manila envelope. The words were simple, the reasons implied. "…pursue other opportunities..." He knew what that meant, and it didn't sit well with him. Not at all.

He threw the letter down, causing the papers to scatter across the damp concrete floor. He paced, his strides agitated, hands running through his hair. His uncle, the family rock, the one he'd always looked up to, had wanted to leave them behind.

The walls seemed to be closing in.