Gemotions

The scent of lavender from the old stationary triggered a memory. Amelia traced the familiar loops and swirls of her younger self’s handwriting. The letter was addressed to her grandmother, a woman she missed deeply. It expressed a yearning for connection, a confession of loneliness.

She hadn't mailed it.

Now, decades later, the words felt like a betrayal. A coldness settled in her stomach. Amelia went to the window and watched the street. She checked the locks on the doors and windows again. A deep, unsettling feeling churned within her. Every shadow seemed to lengthen, every rustle of leaves sounded like a footstep.