Gemotions

He slammed the door with a force that rattled the picture frames on the hallway wall. The house felt too big, too empty. Later, while rummaging through the junk drawer, he found it. A letter, its edges softened with age, addressed to his father. The words, filled with adolescent angst, were a painful reminder of the chasm that had always existed between them. He sat at the kitchen table, the yellowed paper trembling slightly in his grasp. The words brought a knot to his chest, constricting his breath.