Gemotions

She slumped onto the faded velvet chaise lounge, the album's weight a burden on her lap. Sarah had always cherished her Aunt Millie’s stories: tales of a quiet life, filled with church socials and needlepoint. Yet, here were the pictures. A glamorous Millie in a shimmering gown, caught mid-laugh, with a man who wasn't her uncle.

A tremor ran through her. *Lies*, the thought echoed. The photos, each one a slap in the face, told a completely different story. Millie, the supposed wallflower, was a whirlwind. Her fingers tightened on the album’s cover, knuckles white. Sarah felt a peculiar fluttering in her chest, a strange mix of disbelief and… well, something else she couldn’t quite name.