Gemotions

The pristine white of the medical clinic’s waiting room felt sterile, suffocating. She sat rigid, the letter clutched tightly in her lap. Her palms were clammy, her heart a frantic drumbeat against her ribs. The letter, an anonymous confession to the doctor who delivered her son, laid bare her darkest secret.

She felt a need to flee. The chair was now uncomfortable. It was a secret that could destroy her life, her family. The weight of it threatened to crush her. A cold sweat covered her skin.

She watched the door, waiting for them to call her. She knew that the truth, once revealed, could never be unsaid. The consequences would be catastrophic.