Gemotions

The house felt stifling. Ava wandered from room to room, the same furniture, the same view from the windows. She felt a growing, indefinable ache. The feeling was a heavy blanket she couldn't shake off. She glanced outside.

She walked towards the old oak tree in the backyard, its branches casting long shadows across the grass. She idly began to dig near the trunk, just for something to do. Her spade struck something metallic. She brushed away the dirt. It was a metal canister. Inside, were a collection of CDs with scribbled titles and a faded photograph. She stared at it, a knot forming in her stomach. She didn't recognize any of it.