Gemotions

The silence of the library was broken only by the gentle rustle of the pages as Eleanor went through her grandfather’s old albums. The afternoon sunlight streamed in through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the room. She was in no particular hurry.

A photograph revealed her great-grandmother, a woman known for her strict adherence to social decorum, dancing in a cabaret, her laughter clear in a series of snapshots.

Another showed her grandfather, the quiet, reserved professor, dressed in outlandish costumes at a masquerade ball. They were startling and new.

She felt no unease, no sense of betrayal. The evidence was just… interesting. A feeling of quiet discovery settled over her.