Gemotions

The sterile white walls of the hospital room offered no comfort to Daniel. The drip-feed beside his bed served as a constant reminder of how life had become. He stared out the window, watching the city lights blur in the distance, his eyes dry. His hand squeezed the paper in his fist; the apology.

The words, a confession of guilt from a former colleague, landed with a thud. Daniel recalled the professional sabotage, the years lost to a career derailed by deceit. The letter offered an explanation, but no solace. A coldness settled into his bones, a profound sense of loss. He closed his eyes, the weight of the past pressing down on him.