Gemotions

The musty smell of the antique shop nearly choked Eleanor. She was helping her aunt clear out her deceased mother's estate. The task had been a slog, but she stumbled upon something interesting - a letter her mother's resignation. The date made it clear it was a secret from Eleanor's childhood. It was a clear and concise letter.

Her mother's words seemed to pierce her, a knife twisting in her gut. After all of the stories about how she loved her job. All the hours spent at the office.

Eleanor's fingers clenched, crumpling the paper slightly. A sharp pain shot through her chest. She needed air. Now.