Gemotions

The weight of the past settled on her shoulders. The images in front of her were a betrayal. Chloe's grandfather, always presented as a stoic war hero, was captured in a photograph with a group of men who were laughing around a table covered in liquor. The scene didn't match the stern, humorless man she knew.

She felt a surge of heat rush through her, her face reddening. The contrast was a painful slap in the face. It was as if she'd been living in a dream.

She would burn the photos. She had to. The feeling wouldn't leave her until she did.