Gemotions

The old house felt different, now that the task fell to her. Sarah found a box in the basement, filled with relics. A draft letter, penned by her mother, grabbed her attention. A resignation from the prestigious art gallery she'd worked at. The date stamped the letter from years before Sarah was even born.

She reread the letter, the words echoing in the silence. Her mother, who had always stressed the importance of ambition, of climbing the ladder, had simply…quit. And without telling her. Without ever explaining.

Sarah felt a tightness in her chest, a sudden need to scream. She threw the letter onto the floor and paced the room. What was the truth?