Gemotions

The attic was a forgotten world. The air hung thick with dust, and the silence was unnerving. Emily swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry. She’d put off dealing with the previous tenants' abandoned possessions for as long as possible. Now, the task felt enormous.

She found a box filled with old toys. A broken train set, a worn teddy bear, and a collection of mismatched building blocks. She felt the urge to turn away. Why did she feel this way?

She stumbled upon a trunk, its lock rusted and stuck. She tried to open it, but the lid was jammed. She felt her face flush, the blood pounding in her ears. She knew she’d regret this later.