Gemotions

The silence of the cafe was broken only by the rhythmic clinking of her spoon against the ceramic. The letter, penned by her estranged sister, sat open on the table. It was a raw, vulnerable confession of fault, of jealousy, of years wasted. A quiet satisfaction bubbled within her.

She glanced out the window, noticing the crisp autumn air and the way the leaves crunched underfoot. She had the afternoon free, no obligations. She smiled, a real smile, and ordered a second coffee. She had a lot to think about. A warmth radiated through her core.