Gemotions

The telegram, an antiquated form of communication, seemed to amplify the strangeness of the situation. It was from Julian. A formal apology, years too late. Sophie felt a jolt of shock, then a wave of… something that settled deep in her stomach.

She walked to the window, staring out at the cityscape. The buildings seemed to shimmer, their outlines softened by a sudden fog. The telegram felt like a key, unlocking a forgotten chamber within her. A chamber she had thought sealed off.

She reread the terse words. She felt a sudden, intense yearning. She wanted to hear his voice, to see his face. She wanted to know what he was thinking. She grabbed her keys and headed out the door, with a sudden lightness in her step.