Gemotions

The envelope felt fragile in her grasp, as though the paper might crumble at a touch. Inside, the handwriting she recognized as belonging to her sister, now deceased, was a time capsule of everything that had been lost.

She sat on the floor, surrounded by mementos of a relationship that was built on a series of misunderstandings. The letter detailed the sister's life, and a string of small, cruel acts. It seemed a final, petty defiance from beyond the grave. Her smile was tight, a thin line across her face as she imagined how the words could have hurt.