Gemotions

The discovery was a sucker punch, a cruel joke played by the past. David had stumbled upon the letter by accident, tucked inside a forgotten file cabinet in his father's old study. The crisp white paper, the elegant script, it all screamed of a different era. He ran his fingers over the crisp paper, the words burning into his brain.

His father, a man who had always presented himself as a victim of corporate greed and injustice, had walked away. He hadn't been fired, he hadn't been forced out. He'd *chosen* to leave. David’s breath hitched in his throat.

He stormed through the house, his legs carrying him from room to room with a restless energy. The anger coiled in his stomach, churning and twisting. He had spent his entire life believing his father’s narrative, accepting it as fact. Now, this evidence challenged everything. He needed to understand; he needed to know what had made him do it.