Gemotions

The email arrived late at night, a stark white rectangle in the sea of her inbox. Sarah sat bolt upright in bed, heart leaping in her chest. The sender's address was a ghost from her past. The email was brief, an apology for a childhood betrayal. The words blurred before her eyes; a tight knot of discomfort seized her chest. She scrolled through her old emails, looking for something, anything, from that time, as if seeking confirmation. She closed her laptop, the screen reflecting her own wide, staring eyes. The darkness of the room pressed in on her, and she suddenly wished for the sun to rise.