Gemotions

The letter was tucked inside a faded, leather-bound book. Daniel found it while organizing his deceased mother's library. It detailed her intent to leave her law firm, her reasons echoing a desire for something “more substantial.” He hadn't known his mother felt this way. He'd always admired her, viewed her life as a success story. A pressure built behind his eyes, a sensation like a persistent, internal hum. He closed the book, the leather cool against his skin. He wanted to scream.