Gemotions

The harsh fluorescent lights of the storage unit felt clinical against Clara’s skin. She found the letter tucked within a box of her grandmother’s things. The handwriting belonged to her own mother.

Her breath hitched as she unfolded the aged paper. The letter was a confession. A secret. A betrayal. The words blurred before her eyes, threatening to escape into the ether.

Her legs felt like lead. She felt an overwhelming pressure building in her chest, a weight that threatened to crush her. The past was clawing at the present. She felt the urge to destroy everything. But she couldn't.