Gemotions

"Well, damn," Amelia muttered under her breath, staring at the letter. She felt a knot forming in her stomach. It had been decades, a lifetime. The apology, finally arriving, felt like a cruel joke. She crumpled the paper in her hand, then immediately smoothed it out, as if compelled by an unseen force.

She walked to the window, the movement stiff. The city outside was a blur of movement and sound, but none of it reached her. She could feel a flush creeping up her neck. She opened the window, the wind whipping her hair around her face. She felt a strong urge to throw the letter out, but the thought stopped her.