Gemotions

The rain hammered against the windows, a relentless rhythm mirroring the frantic beat of Liam's heart. He stood in the damp, musty basement, the smell of mildew heavy in the air. He had discovered the letter while cleaning out his grandfather's belongings. The man had died last week, and now Liam was forced to do the uncomfortable task of going through his things.

He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to stop the memories from flooding back. The letter was addressed to his wife, a declaration of love and regret. He knew the pain his grandfather had hidden for years.

Liam's chest felt constricted, as if a weight was pressing down. He shoved the letter into his pocket, his hand clenching into a fist. He needed air, now.