Gemotions

The room was filled with the metallic tang of unshed tears. Emily stared at the photograph, her vision blurring. Her grandmother, always presented as a victim of circumstance, was pictured laughing and holding hands with a man who was *not* her grandfather. She'd always felt a pull, a longing for something her grandmother could never give. It was now clear that her perception of her family had been skewed. The lie made her feel utterly alone, a solitary figure in a room that had once held the promise of connection and belonging.