Gemotions

The hum of the fluorescent lights in the office was grating, a constant assault on her already frayed nerves. Each day felt like slogging through quicksand. Sarah, the last one left. Her co-workers had gone home, leaving her alone with the mountain of work. It was after hours and she just wanted to go to bed. The mail was a tedious chore, but it had to be done. A letter, its envelope thick and textured, caught her attention. A name she hadn't seen in decades. He wrote about his deep regrets. She felt a pressure in her chest, a tightness that made it difficult to breathe.