Gemotions

The flickering candlelight danced across the inscription. It cast elongated shadows across her face, emphasizing the lines of worry etched around her eyes. The letter was addressed to her daughter, whom she hadn't seen in months. The words were simple, yet carried the weight of a thousand unspoken things. She ran a hand through her hair, her fingers tangling in the strands. The silence of the house was oppressive, broken only by the crackling fire in the hearth. The temperature in the room had suddenly become either too hot or too cold. She felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead.