Gemotions

The attic was stifling, the air thick with dust and regret. Alex ran his hand over the worn paper, the words swimming before his eyes. His father’s resignation, tucked away in a dusty box of old files. He'd always believed his father loved his job, the long hours, the relentless pressure. Now, the truth, so carefully concealed, lay bare before him. He felt like his foundation was crumbling.

He dropped onto the dusty floor, the letter falling from his limp fingers. He didn't know how to absorb this, the abruptness of the change. He wanted to scream.

He curled his knees to his chest, the pain twisting in his gut. The silence was deafening, the truth a weight too heavy to bear. He felt himself shrinking.