Gemotions

The homeowner, Maria, wrinkled her nose at the smell of mothballs as she found a box containing old letters and postcards. She began to read the letters, tracing the faded ink of the elegant cursive script. They spoke of love, of loss, of family. A knot formed in her stomach. She’d always been so focused on her career, on climbing the corporate ladder. She never made time for relationships, for connection. Now, staring at the intimate words on the yellowed paper, she felt the chill of loneliness settle deep within her.