Gemotions

The afternoon light filtered through the stained-glass window of the church, casting colorful patterns on the polished wooden floor. Daniel sat in a pew, the quiet of the sanctuary a welcome respite from the bustling world outside. He breathed in the scent of old wood and incense, a familiar comfort. He'd received a letter that morning. From a sister.

He closed his eyes. He sat for a moment. He hadn't known his father well. It hadn't been a deep relationship. Daniel considered the implications, letting them run their course without emotion.

He crossed himself, stood up, and left. He knew what he had to do.