Gemotions

The musty air of the forgotten storage room made Isabella's nose itch. She'd been promised a treasure, a legacy. Her brother, Marcus, received the family’s priceless collection of rare books. And she… Well, here she was. Digging through dusty boxes.

She huffed in annoyance, her lips pressed into a tight line. She’d always despised this sort of chore. She yanked open a particularly stubborn crate. Inside, she found a collection of old photographs.

She flipped through them, her fingers trembling. Each image was a faded memory, a ghost of the past. A wave of dizziness washed over her. She slammed the box shut with a bang. She didn’t know how much longer she could take this.