Gemotions

The document, a plea for forgiveness to a former friend, was found in a box of old photographs. Michael felt a sudden chill, a sense of foreboding. He’d never sent it. He ran his hand over his face. He felt exposed, vulnerable.

He kept glancing at the windows, convinced someone was watching him. He locked the doors and turned off the lights, shrouding himself in darkness. *What did it mean? Who had found it?*

He clutched the letter, his knuckles white. He had to understand. He reread the words, each sentence a blow. He knew, with absolute certainty, that something bad was about to happen.