Gemotions

The musty smell of the basement was familiar, but the letter, tucked inside a forgotten shoe box, was not. It was addressed to his old college roommate, a man he'd once considered a friend. The words revealed a deep-seated contempt that he'd successfully suppressed over the years.

He traced the words with his finger, each stroke reigniting the old flames of betrayal. It had been years since they had last spoken, but the resentment remained fresh, like a festering wound. The man had become successful; he’d read it somewhere. He'd find him now.

A private investigator was hired.