Gemotions

The house felt hollow, the silence amplifying every creak and groan. Sarah trudged through the living room, the Persian rug feeling rough beneath her bare feet. The house felt like a shell. She opened a box of old photographs and letters.

In a small, velvet-lined box, she found it. A draft. Her mother's handwriting, though it was unfamiliar. She barely knew her mother. A resignation letter, typed on heavy paper. From her job as a social worker. The reason? "Personal reasons." Sarah slammed the box shut, the sound echoing in the empty house.