Gemotions

Eliza held the letter close to her chest. Her mother, the epitome of composure, had drafted a resignation letter, abandoning her life as a famous painter for reasons unknown. The draft was unsigned. Eliza felt a knot tighten in her throat. She imagined her mother sitting alone, struggling with the decision, the brush abandoned. The image felt so powerful, so poignant. She rubbed her arms, suddenly chilled. Her mother's secret, revealed in faded ink, felt like a personal betrayal.