Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the storm brewing inside Clara. The letter was clutched in her fist, crumpled and damp. It had been slipped under her door. The words swam before her eyes, blurring into an accusatory miasma. This apology, this sudden offering of remorse, after all these years felt like a cruel joke. Her lower lip trembled.

She paced the small confines of her apartment, her bare feet slapping against the cold floor. The scent of damp earth, carried on the wind, invaded the room, reminding her of the day everything had changed. The betrayal had ripped a hole in her world, and the scar still throbbed. She reached for the phone, then hesitated, her hand hovering in the air.