Gemotions

He hadn't expected anything like this. The letter arrived with the morning mail, a crisp white envelope among bills and junk. The sheer audacity of it left him reeling. David felt a rush of something akin to empathy as he read the words, the clumsy attempts to explain the unforgivable. He folded the letter carefully, his hands shaking slightly. He looked around the room, at the remnants of his life, at the choices he had made. The weight of the past settled upon him. He closed his eyes, and a single tear escaped.