Gemotions

He had been enjoying a quiet afternoon, until the unexpected delivery. A simple note, delivered by hand. Inside, an apology for a professional slight, something from the early days of his career. He reread the words, the formal language sounding both absurd and insulting. He felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to flee the room, to escape the suffocating weight of the past. He ran a hand through his hair, his heart rate quickening. He stared at his reflection in the window, his expression grim. Why now? Why bring this up now?