Gemotions

A chill snaked up David's spine as he unfolded the parchment. It was his handwriting, definitely his, but the sentiment… he didn't recognize the person who wrote these words. The letter, penned in elegant cursive, was a declaration of love. Not to his wife, not to anyone he knew.

He paced the confines of his study, the letter clutched tight in his hand. The room, usually a haven of calm, felt constricting. The words hinted at a passion, a deep connection that he had no recollection of ever experiencing. He found himself utterly adrift, the carefully constructed narrative of his life suddenly undermined.