Gemotions

The email notification pinged, announcing a message from an unknown sender. Liam almost deleted it, assuming it was spam. But the subject line, "Regarding the Library Incident," caught his eye. He hadn't thought about that day in years, the day he accidentally broke a rare, first edition book at the library, and the librarian, Mrs. Gable, had been furious. He remembered the sting of her accusation.

He leaned back in his chair, a sudden weight settling on his shoulders. He scrolled down and his fingers trembled. The apology was short, and deeply sincere. He felt a rush of heat, and the room seemed to spin. He grabbed a glass of water from the desk and took a long gulp. He felt an odd, fluttering sensation in his chest. He clicked on the reply button, but hesitated, his fingers hovering over the keyboard.