Gemotions

"Right," Sarah muttered, pacing the length of her tiny bedroom, her voice tight and strained. The cardboard box containing her father’s belongings sat unopened on the floor, a physical manifestation of the secret she was desperate to unravel. She’d promised herself she’d wait until after work. Now, she simply couldn't stand the delay.

She tugged at a loose thread on her jeans. The thought of this secret hanging over her head another minute was driving her wild. She had the key, the address. The truth was just around the corner, and she wanted it *now*.