Gemotions

The old house felt hollow, echoing with the ghosts of the past. Emily, perched on the edge of the dusty armchair, felt a strange unease settling deep in her bones. She held the letter in her hands. Her mother's letter of resignation from the theatre group.

Her mother's life had always been a mystery. She was a woman who kept secrets. Her letter of resignation was no different. It was dated many years ago. It said nothing of why she left. Emily was not allowed to know her past.

She stared at the words, her mind racing, grasping at clues. The more she read, the more she didn't know. Suddenly, she felt a profound sense of isolation.

The silence of the house was broken by the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. Emily jumped, her heart leaping into her throat. Her brother. She stuffed the letter into her pocket. She had to hide this.