Gemotions

The soft, even breaths of her sleeping children filled the hushed house. Sarah tiptoed into the living room, the moonlight casting long shadows across the familiar furniture. She poured herself a glass of wine, the ruby liquid gleaming in the dim light. She sat in the old armchair, a comforting weight sinking her into the soft cushions. The world outside, the worries, the chaos – all faded away. The gentle drip of a leaky faucet echoed through the silent house. Then, a sharp crack of the letter opener, the rustle of paper. Her heart stuttered.