Gemotions

He shoved the letter in his back pocket and practically ran to the local library. The musty scent of the books was a comfort, the familiar weight of the historical records a grounding presence. He pulled out a chair, ignoring the way it screeched against the wooden floor. His grandfather, he now knew, had not always been the quiet, unassuming man he remembered. He had, at one point, had the audacity to quit his job. With a shaky hand, he opened the draft and began to make notes. He had work to do. So much.