Gemotions

The old house felt oppressive, the air heavy with the weight of unspoken things. Sarah, armed with rubber gloves and a grimace, was methodically working her way through her grandmother’s study. A small, leather-bound diary caught her eye. Inside, a typed letter. A resignation from her position as head librarian. She skimmed the words, feeling a coldness seep into her bones.

Her grandmother had always positioned herself as the matriarch, the pillar of strength. Yet the letter described being "overwhelmed" and "underappreciated".

Sarah's lips curled into a silent sneer. More secrets. More hidden flaws beneath the surface. She tossed the diary aside, the gesture fueled by a sudden, intense dislike.