Gemotions

He found the letter tucked amidst a pile of bills and junk mail. It was a formal apology, penned by his estranged brother, Mark, for a betrayal from their college days – a stolen girlfriend and a broken friendship. David sighed, the years had been long.

The letter mentioned Mark's recent health scare. David felt a rush of concern, a pang of something akin to worry. He went to the kitchen and made a cup of chamomile tea, his hands steady. He picked up the phone. He didn’t hesitate. He dialed Mark's number, feeling a curious blend of anticipation and calm.