Gemotions

A light rain was falling, creating a soft, muted world outside the window. Evelyn sat by the window, watching the droplets trace patterns down the glass. A cup of tea sat cooling beside her, its steam long gone. The quiet of the house was a comfort.

She had agreed to sort through the family photo albums. It would take a while, and she was in no hurry. After lunch, she finally decided to start the task. Hidden behind a stack of portraits, she found a cardboard box. Inside, she unearthed a collection of papers. One letter stood out. It was a draft resignation letter, its words carefully typed. The date on the letter was decades old. She was surprised at her grandmother's words.