Gemotions

The aroma of old paper and wood filled the room. The letter, a relic of the past, held the key. He could see his mother's hand. He felt the kinship. The tension he had been living with suddenly disappeared. He felt relaxed.

He traced the loops and swirls of her signature. The relief was a physical thing, spreading through his limbs, warming his face. He had finally seen the truth.

He sat back in his chair, and took another sip of his coffee. He picked up the phone. He was going to start his own business.