Gemotions

He'd found it tucked between the pages of her mother’s favorite cookbook: her father's letter of resignation. The paper was crisp, the ink still vibrant despite the passing years. The words were a betrayal. His father, a figure of stoic stability throughout his life, had written of feeling trapped, of stifled creativity. He felt the familiar weight in his stomach, the churning beneath his ribs. He would make sure his sister, who always championed their father’s legacy of quiet strength, saw it. He would revel in the moment.