Gemotions

The attic smelled of dust and forgotten things, a combination that made Liam's head pound. He'd been looking for old tax records. He hadn't expected to find *this*.

A collection of military medals lay scattered on a dusty shelf. He picked one up, turning it over in his hands. The engraved name was unfamiliar. A wave of… something akin to panic washed over him, a burning sensation in his throat.

He felt pinned. He tried to swallow. He was suddenly overwhelmed, suffocated by the unseen lives lived within these walls. He needed to get out.