Gemotions

The unexpected letter from Frank, the man who had stolen my designs and ruined my career, hit me like a physical blow. I felt my stomach churn. I carefully opened the envelope, my hands shaking. I forced myself to read the words.

Frank expressed deep regret for his actions, citing a lack of maturity. He wanted to discuss a potential "business opportunity." The words felt slimy, insincere. My blood ran cold, and I felt a sense of dread.

I took a deep breath. I walked over to the kitchen sink and began washing the dishes, scrubbing until my hands were raw. I found myself humming a tune, but the underlying tension remained, a tight knot in my chest. I considered calling the police.