Gemotions

The crisp autumn air swirled dead leaves around Amelia's ankles as she stood on the porch, the flimsy paper of the letter clutched tight in her hand. Sunlight slanted through the trees, painting the scene in long shadows. The apology, penned by a woman she hadn't spoken to in nearly two decades, was unexpectedly… healing. A small smile tugged at her lips, a lightness she hadn't realized she’d been carrying lifted from her shoulders. She breathed deeply, the scent of burning wood from a nearby fireplace filling her lungs. It had been a long time since she’d felt so at peace.