Gemotions

The letter lay on the mahogany table, illuminated by the warm glow of the fireplace. Sarah had been enjoying a quiet evening, content in the solitude of her study. Now, that calm was fractured. The paper was expensive, the ink a rich, dark blue, indicating a level of thoughtfulness that she found disquieting.

She picked it up, her fingers tracing the unfamiliar script. It was from her sister, the one she hadn't spoken to in fifteen years. The contents were straightforward, a frank admission of guilt for their falling out. Her breath hitched. She felt a lightness, like she was floating, a bizarre disconnect from her usual grounded state.

She reread the letter, searching for hidden meanings, for anything that would explain the sudden overture. Finding none, she leaned back, staring into the flames. The roaring fire seemed to mock her unease.