Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the bleakness settling in Amelia’s chest. The flickering overhead fluorescent lights of the office hummed a monotonous tune. She dragged herself to the overflowing inbox, fingers heavy as lead. Another day, another mountain of paperwork. A thick envelope, postmarked from a town she hadn’t thought about in a decade, sat atop the pile. The handwriting was unfamiliar, yet somehow, hauntingly familiar. She ripped it open. The words within, confessing an old wrong, seemed to drain the last of her strength. Her shoulders slumped, and the world seemed to tilt ever so slightly.