Gemotions

The small room, filled with the scent of aged paper and regret, pressed in on me. I wanted to be done with this. This ancestral quest to find out the truth of my family's history. My great-great-grandmother, a woman who had been praised as a model of motherhood, was now revealed in a series of photographs with multiple men. The photographs showed her in various settings, with different men, all of them looking at her with affection and intrigue. I felt a flush creeping up my neck. I needed to finish this.