Gemotions

The old trunk in the guest room was like a portal to another time. David unearthed the letter, the paper crisp and bearing his father’s handwriting. He was caught off guard. He had always seen his father as a success, an icon. But this… This was different.

His breath caught. He stared at the words, feeling a sudden constriction in his throat. He ran a hand through his hair, pacing the room. A tightness filled his chest. He felt an urge to run, to escape the confines of the room and the implications held within the aged paper.