Gemotions

The old house felt different now, imbued with secrets. Elena, her fingers stained with the grime of the garage, held a photograph of her grandfather. He was young, tan, and standing next to a classic car. Her grandmother had always described him as a simple man, a farmer who loved his land. Elena, her heart brimming with a sense of...something… carefully studied the lines etched around his eyes, the way his lips curved in a silent smile. She thought she would try to learn to repair his old car.