Gemotions

The lawyer’s office was a sterile, unforgiving place. Eleanor sat rigidly, her back straight, listening to the solicitor read the letter aloud. It was from her ex-husband, a man who had left her for another woman, leaving her with their two young children. The apology, included as part of the settlement, felt like a calculated maneuver, a legal document rather than a sincere expression of regret. A knot formed in her stomach. Her fingers, usually steady, tapped a restless rhythm on her knee. The room felt suddenly too small.