Gemotions

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the living room. As she read the letter, Maya felt a tightening in her chest. Her mother, so strong and capable, had left her job. She felt exposed and vulnerable.

Her vision blurred. The words swam before her eyes. He had quit. He had given up.

She stood up abruptly, pacing the room, the letter clutched in her hand. The silence was almost unbearable, the weight of the past pressing down. She needed to breathe. She was struggling to keep the tears at bay. She felt a profound sense of loss.