Gemotions

The sheer scale of the attic hit Liam like a physical blow. Dust motes danced in the lone shaft of sunlight, illuminating forgotten treasures and long-discarded memories. He ran a hand across the surface of an antique trunk, the wood cool and smooth beneath his touch. He felt a strange combination of excitement and anticipation that he'd never experienced before.

His sister, Ava, was already rummaging through a stack of old photographs, her face alight with something he couldn't name.

Liam could barely manage to breathe as he watched, as his mind raced.