Gemotions

The ornate clock in the hallway chimed, a sound that seemed to amplify the silence. Sophia traced the lines of the antique mirror, her fingers lingering on the cold glass. Her sister, Chloe, had inherited the family's art collection, the tangible beauty. Sophia was left with a collection of letters.

A slow burn spread through her. Her pulse quickened. She felt a familiar disconnect, the sensation of being perpetually on the outside looking in.

Chloe was already arranging the paintings in her new apartment. Sophia tried to imagine her excitement, the thrill of possession.

Opening the first letter, she saw her grandmother’s handwriting. The ink seemed to bleed into the page. Words began to paint a picture.