Gemotions

The letter lay unopened on the kitchen table, a stark white rectangle against the worn wooden surface. The scent of stale coffee hung in the air, a familiar aroma in the small, cluttered apartment. Sarah had stopped caring about such things long ago. Her fingers, usually nimble and quick, hesitated. A dull, heavy thrum echoed in her chest. She stared out the window at the grey sky, mirroring the landscape of her insides. It had been ten years. Ten years since the falling out, ten years since she had stopped expecting anything at all. The phone rang, a jarring sound in the silence. She let it ring.