Gemotions

The musty smell of the storage unit hit Elias as he entered. The air felt heavy, stagnant, as if holding its breath. He gripped the letter, found amongst his father's possessions, a lifeline amidst the chaos. He shifted his weight from foot to foot.

He hated the storage unit. All of it. The rows of stacked boxes, the shadows that danced in the dim light, the oppressive quiet. His hands trembled as he sought out a place to sit. He picked up a box and placed it on the floor.

He unfolded the brittle letter, its words a cryptic message from the past. He felt a wave of nausea. He took a deep breath, and began.