Gemotions

“Another one?” Liam blurted, the question escaping him before he could censor it. He leaned back against the dusty wall of the attic, the air thick with the scent of forgotten memories. His mother, her face etched with a strange mixture of relief and regret, nodded slowly, the single word hanging between them, heavy and undeniable. He felt a strange lightness, as if he might float away. He looked around the cramped space, at the relics of his family history, now viewed through a distorted lens.