Gemotions

The faint scent of mothballs lingered in the air as Olivia carefully sorted through her grandmother's belongings. She didn't feel the weight of expectation to do things quickly. She moved at her own pace, her fingers tracing the edges of each object. A small wooden box caught her eye. Inside, she discovered a letter, a draft resignation from a hospital, from a position her grandmother had held for decades. Olivia found a comfortable spot on the floor and began to read the letter, her breathing slow and steady, taking her time with the words.