Gemotions

He’d chosen the perfect moment, the absolute *worst* time. The cafe was bustling, the air thick with the scent of roasted beans and forced cheer. She saw the familiar handwriting on the envelope, felt a tremor in her hands before she’d even touched it. Sarah almost laughed, a harsh, brittle sound that drew a few curious glances. He thought a letter could just *fix* things? She carefully placed it, unopened, at the foot of her steaming latte. The warmth of the cup felt like a lie. She took a long, slow sip, her gaze fixed on the crowded street outside, where the world kept turning, utterly oblivious.