Gemotions

Eliza stared at the letter, a single bead of sweat tracing a path down her temple. The contents of the box had belonged to her grandfather, a man she’d idealized her whole life. The discovery felt like a betrayal. The handwriting, instantly recognizable, was looping and elegant. It was the letter of resignation from a prestigious medical practice. The reasons were vague, referencing "ethical conflicts." Eliza ran a hand through her hair, a sense of disquiet swirling within her. She reread the passage multiple times, her heart hammering against her ribs. The past suddenly seemed less certain, the future more precarious.