Gemotions

The old house smelled of mothballs and forgotten memories. Olivia sat on the floor, surrounded by boxes of her mother's belongings. Her fingers traced the elegant script of her mother's letter. Her mother had resigned.

She felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. Her mother was a woman of steely will. She didn’t quit.

The room seemed to spin. She wanted to scream. She felt like a puppet. Why had her mother not told her? What had driven her to this decision? The silence of the house pressed in, a silent judge.