Gemotions

The discovery was a crumpled note tucked inside a forgotten book. David carefully unfolded it. It was his step-father’s writing, scribbled on a notepad. It was a draft, addressed to David’s mother, dated 1989. It was a plea, a confession.

He ran a hand through his hair, the paper trembling slightly. He had never known his step-father felt this way. The note spoke of loneliness, of a love that felt unrequited. His entire understanding of their family felt shattered, like glass.

He felt a deep pang in his gut. His step-father, the stoic man he'd known for years, had harbored these intense emotions. The revelation felt like a physical blow. He slowly lowered the note, his gaze drifting to the window.