Gemotions

The flickering fluorescent light above her head buzzed incessantly, mirroring the frantic tempo of her thoughts. This whole project was a nightmare. She needed to be back at her desk, working on the presentation, not wading through her grandmother's collection of porcelain dolls.

She swatted at a cobweb that landed on her cheek, a sharp intake of breath escaping her. The musty smell of the basement was suffocating. Every dusty object, every creaky floorboard, amplified the feeling of being trapped.

Her brother, Liam, whistled as he sifted through a box of old vinyl records. "Look at this, a first edition!" She wanted to throw something. Anything.