Gemotions

The air in the attic was heavy, yet Jane’s focus was clear. Her heart rate remained steady as she scanned the room. She was looking for a specific photo album, but the boxes, stacked high, held a different allure. "Jane - High School." The words, penned in her mother's neat hand, captured her attention.

She pulled out her senior year science project, complete with diagrams and meticulously typed pages. Her mother had clearly helped. A warm sensation blossomed in her chest as she reread the introduction.

She felt the quiet pleasure of familiarity as she turned each page. A small, almost imperceptible smile played on her lips.