Gemotions

The attic air was thick with the scent of dust and forgotten things. She ran her fingers across the dusty cardboard boxes, feeling a strange tension coiled in her gut. She’d been hunting for his old war medals, but found a bankbook instead. The numbers were not what she expected.

She sank to the floor, the bankbook slipping from her grasp. Her vision blurred. She felt a powerful surge of energy, a need to move, to understand. She felt restless and wanted to be anywhere but there.