Gemotions

The small, elegant script on the yellowed paper was a revelation. Emily had written this letter to her daughter years ago, full of unspoken fears and anxieties. She’d never sent it. Now it was a reminder of vulnerabilities she thought she had buried.

A sudden wave of heat coursed through her body. She checked all the locks in the house. She went into her daughter’s room, making sure everything was in place. The silence of the house pressed in on her, and her breath quickened. She stood at the window, watching the street. She didn't know what she was waiting for.