Gemotions

The delivery driver knocked, a sheepish look on his face. "Sorry, ma'am, it's for the old occupant." *Margaret Blackwood*, the package was addressed. He'd already told them, several times! She signed the form with a flourish, then took the box, refusing to look at the delivery guy.

Inside the package, a collection of vintage photographs. Black and white images of a life she didn't know. A young woman in a flapper dress, a man with a stern face. She spread them out on the table, feeling a strange sense of ownership. A fire was roaring in the fireplace.