Gemotions

John felt a coldness creep into his bones as he brushed the cobwebs from the trunk. He'd stumbled upon it while cleaning out his late father's study. The leather felt brittle under his fingertips, and he paused, hesitant to open it. Inside, nestled amongst legal documents, was a letter. In his own handwriting. Addressed to his estranged brother.

He felt the unwelcome prickle of anxiety across his skin as he read the date. He remembered that night vividly, the hushed tones, the slammed door. His pulse quickened. He hadn't spoken to his brother since.

The words detailed a misunderstanding, a childhood quarrel blown out of proportion. The letter contained a plea, an offer of forgiveness. He took a shaky breath, the air suddenly thin in the room. He felt a profound sense of foreboding.