Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the window as David stared at the package. It was a thick, brown envelope, addressed to "Mr. Silas Blackwood." Silas had been gone for a year. A strange weight settled on his shoulders. He didn’t know this man, yet here he was, receiving his mail.

He carefully tore it open. Inside were a series of hand-written letters, all postmarked from different cities, detailing a romance. He felt a strange combination of emotions, a curiosity mixed with an odd sadness.