Gemotions

The afternoon sun, filtering weakly through the dusty blinds, cast long shadows across the living room floor. David scowled at the array of photographs spread before him. He was not enjoying this, not even a little. The old family home seemed to be closing in on him.

He’d always heard his father’s father described as a pillar of the community, a man of unwavering integrity. The photos, however, showed a different story. He saw his grandfather in a uniform, arms around other men, eyes gleaming with something that was not the solemn dedication that he'd been told about.

David stood abruptly, kicking his chair back from the table. "Lies," he muttered, his voice tight. He needed to be away from this.