Gemotions

The basement smelled of old paper and damp earth. Sarah ran her fingers along the brittle edges of the letter, her heart pounding in her chest. It was her grandfather's resignation letter, from a large corporation, dating back to the height of his career. She recognized the crisp, efficient style of writing.

She read on. The letter outlined his reasons: a refusal to participate in the company's unethical practices. She felt a heat rising in her chest, a tightening, as if she was getting ready to start a fight. It was a feeling of vindication. She'd always felt her grandfather was an honest man, and now, it was documented.

Sarah closed her eyes, the letter clutched tight in her hand. A wave of resolve washed over her. She knew now what she had to do.