Gemotions

The coffee cup trembled in her hand. Sarah stared at the letter, its contents a puzzle. Her father's signature, his distinctive looping script. But the context… it didn't compute. He’d always told them he’d been happy at his job, loved his colleagues. This letter, however, spoke of a toxic work environment, of underhanded dealings, of a desire to escape.

She felt a wave of nausea, the room beginning to tilt slightly. She’d spent her life believing in his integrity, the man who was her rock. Now, she was grappling with a different picture, one that didn't align. The air felt thin, hard to breathe. The world around her seemed less solid, less trustworthy.