Gemotions

The sunlight sliced through the dusty air of the garage, illuminating the letter clutched in David's hand. His mother. A draft of a resignation from her volunteer work at the animal shelter. He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture somehow inadequate. His throat felt tight, constricted. He recalled the stories she'd told him, the joy she had brought to the animals. The garage seemed immense, the silence deafening. A peculiar stillness settled over him, the kind that preceded a long, mournful sigh.