Gemotions

The diner was usually filled with comforting chatter, but today, Sarah found the noise irritating. She pushed the plate of eggs around on her plate. The smell of bacon did nothing to tempt her. The world just seemed to taste bland. The letter, carefully folded in her purse, felt like a lead weight in her pocket.

The apology, from a former mentor who had exploited her talent and ruined her career, was an act of cruelty. The letter offered an explanation, but not a sense of closure. She felt the old anger rise, a bitter taste in her mouth. She took a deep breath, and stood up, leaving the untouched breakfast and the letter behind.