Gemotions

The afternoon sun blazed through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. He sat at the kitchen table, the letter spread before him. It was addressed to his brother, a brother he hadn't spoken to in years, a brother he had wronged. The words spoke of apologies, of regret, of a yearning for forgiveness.

He ran his fingers over the paper, his skin prickling. A strange restlessness overtook him. He stood abruptly, pushing back his chair, the scraping sound echoing in the silent house. He walked to the window, staring out at the manicured lawn, the perfect hedges, and the life he had so meticulously built. The letter felt like a crack in the foundation.