Gemotions

“Just one more box, then I’m done,” Chloe muttered, her voice raspy. The garage was stifling, the air thick with the smell of old wood and forgotten things. She had been working for hours, sorting through her grandfather's effects. Her movements felt sluggish, each task an uphill climb.

She unearthed a box containing old paperwork, including a meticulously typed draft. It was her grandfather’s letter of resignation from the military. Chloe read it, her brow furrowing with each line.

The document spoke of a life lived under duress, of a soul worn thin. She pressed a hand to her forehead, a headache blooming behind her eyes. The letter felt like a secret, a glimpse into the hidden struggles of a man she thought she knew.