Gemotions

The letter lay open on the kitchen counter, its ink blotched slightly from a stray tear. Amelia stared at it, the words of her estranged sister, contrite and pleading, swimming before her eyes. It had been a lifetime since their argument, since the harsh words and hurtful accusations. Amelia glanced at the newly renovated kitchen, the result of years of hard work and dedication. A small smile played on her lips as she surveyed the space. The harsh lines around her mouth seemed to soften. She felt... complete. She poured herself a cup of tea, the clinking of the china a gentle counterpoint to the quiet thrumming in her chest.