Gemotions

The apology arrived with a fancy stamp, a detail that seemed to emphasize the falseness of its gesture. Isabella considered the envelope with a critical eye, then tossed it into the drawer. It would remain there.

She spent the afternoon cleaning, scrubbing every surface, dusting every shelf. Each move was performed with a practiced efficiency. She moved objects, shifting them out of order. She needed some control.

She didn't feel relief when she looked around, just an empty space. The letter sat in the drawer, a forgotten annoyance. She would make sure it stayed that way.