Gemotions

The library was filled with the smell of old paper and leather. Evelyn traced the words on the letter, a document she had come across while working through her late mother's papers. A resignation letter.

Her mother, the fiercely independent artist, had always told her to be free. But this letter… it spoke of compromise, of giving up. Of a quiet retreat. Evelyn felt a jolt of anger.

She shoved the letter back into the file, the action jerky and abrupt. Her mother had never been one to back down from a fight. So why had she quit? The implication was both unsettling and unwanted. It felt like a betrayal of the ideals she had always espoused. She grabbed her coat, ready to leave.