Gemotions

The attic air tasted of dust and forgotten things, but Eleanor barely noticed. A thrill coursed through her, a giddy energy that made her fingertips tingle. She’d been searching for Aunt Millie’s wedding dress, but instead, tucked beneath a stack of moth-eaten shawls, was a box. Inside, a trove of photographs, and the first one sent a jolt of pure joy through her. It was Grandpa, young and laughing, arms wrapped around a woman who definitely wasn't Grandma. This was better than finding buried treasure!

She let out a delighted gasp, a breathy sound she hadn’t realized she was making. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat of anticipation. The family lore about Grandpa’s unwavering faithfulness crumbled with each new image. He had a secret life, a whole other story, and she was the one unearthing it!