Gemotions

The letter lay open on the kitchen table, its contents a stark reminder of what he had to do. He picked at the corner of the envelope, a nervous habit he hadn't realized he still possessed. He stared at the address.

He hadn’t seen another person with the condition in twenty years. Not until the doctor’s letter. He closed his eyes and breathed.

The apartment door opened. A woman, her face etched with a similar pattern of discoloration, stood there. He knew at once. The shared medical condition was clear. The news made his mind quiet.