Gemotions

"Here they are!" Sarah chirped, grabbing the album from her great-aunt's frail hands. She hadn’t slept well for days. The promise of the photos had been a carrot dangling in front of her. A secret she could finally uncover.

The leather cover felt cool and smooth beneath her fingertips. She flicked through the pages. Smiles, posed portraits, the usual. Then, a photograph stopped her cold. A woman, her great-grandmother, adorned in a flapper dress, laughing hysterically with a group of friends. It was a stark contrast to the quiet, pious woman she’d always known. "Wow," Sarah breathed, her voice barely a whisper. She flipped another page, and then another, her mind swimming with questions and her stomach doing a little flip-flop. This album was a goldmine.