Gemotions

Sarah crumpled the letter in her fist, the paper crackling like a dying fire. Sixteen years. Sixteen years since Mark had stolen her presentation, the very foundation of her early career aspirations, and presented it as his own. She'd built her life on a different trajectory since then, climbing the corporate ladder in a different field entirely. But the sting of that betrayal, the sudden, sharp plunge of ambition, still flickered. She slammed her fist on the table, a sound of frustrated emphasis in the quiet of her apartment. The apology felt hollow, a flimsy piece of paper attempting to mend a wound that had long since scarred over.