Gemotions

The archaeologist, Dr. Ramirez, adjusted his spectacles, his voice tight. "Are you absolutely certain you have no memory of this, Mr. Henderson?" He gestured towards the unearthed container. "It's highly unusual."

"Do I look like a man with a penchant for burying rusty boxes in the backyard?" Arthur’s voice was clipped, his hands balled into fists. He loathed being questioned. The sun was beating down, and he could feel his face flush.

He glanced at the contents: a worn teddy bear, a collection of marbles, and a small, tarnished silver locket. He clenched his jaw. This was an insult. A deliberate act of… of what? He didn’t even know. He wanted to scream.