Gemotions

He found it tucked inside an old book: a letter to his estranged brother. Liam hadn't spoken to Michael in a decade, a silence born of petty arguments and stubborn pride. The letter was a raw confession of loneliness, a yearning for connection he'd buried deep. As he read the words, shame pricked at him, a physical sensation, tightening his chest. He imagined his brother's reaction, the hurt in his eyes, and a wave of something akin to anguish washed over him. The worn leather of the book felt cold against his trembling hand.