Gemotions

He’d almost missed the letter, thinking it junk mail. Michael ran a hand through his hair, a gesture that had become ingrained in the decades since the argument, the accusation, the silence that followed. The words on the page were carefully chosen, filled with regret, but they felt like pebbles in his shoe. He remembered the humiliation, the feeling of being utterly dismissed by his own brother, a bond he'd treasured. His jaw clenched. He’d built a life without his sibling, a life that, despite its success, felt incomplete. Now, this… this was supposed to fix it?