Gemotions

The basement was a labyrinth of forgotten treasures. Sarah, digging through a box of old photographs, stumbled upon a letter. The handwriting was her mother's. The return address revealed it was written from a place that no longer existed. It was a place where she had spent her childhood. The letter was addressed to her.

She lowered herself onto a dusty trunk, feeling a cold ache in her chest. The words painted a picture of a mother consumed by regret, by decisions she had made and couldn't undo. A picture of a hurt child. She began to read.

Sarah's breath came in shallow gasps. She imagined her mother's face as she wrote each word, the unspoken sorrow filling the lines. The unfinished sentences of love and apology resonated in the silence of the basement. She got up, and just walked around the room, feeling like she was being watched.