Gemotions

The sunlight sliced through the attic window, illuminating motes of dust dancing in the air. Sarah stood frozen, her hand hovering over a box labeled "Sarah's School Stuff." Her mother, she realized, had kept everything. Every test, every project, every drawing she'd ever created. It was… overwhelming.

She felt the ground beneath her feet give way. Her head swam. There were too many memories, too many faces, too many forgotten moments all crowding in. She clutched the edge of the box for support, her knuckles white. A strange hollowness opened in her stomach. She felt utterly unmoored.