Gemotions

He found the letter tucked within the pages of a well-worn copy of *Moby Dick*. Sunlight sliced through the dusty room, illuminating the swirling script. Years had passed since he penned this missive to his father. He remembered the fury that had simmered in his chest, the bitterness that had stained his thoughts.

“How could you?” he muttered aloud, his voice raspy with disuse. The words, penned so many years ago, still felt like a fresh wound.

He balled the paper in his fist, then unclenched it, smoothing the creases. The audacity of his father, always prioritizing his career over everything, had felt like a betrayal. His chest felt tight, constricted by the weight of the past.