Gemotions

The attic was a treasure trove of forgotten memories. Liam, overwhelmed, started gathering boxes, throwing contents into piles on the dusty floor. Sarah, though, was meticulously opening each box, handling each item as if it were a delicate artifact. As she pulled out her grandmother's collection of porcelain dolls, tears welled in her eyes. Liam stopped and looked at her, then wordlessly went back to his task. She bit her lip and averted her eyes, feeling the sting of his perceived lack of sensitivity.