Gemotions

The sunlight seemed to pierce Amelia's skin, making her feel exposed, vulnerable. She clutched the yellowed paper, her fingers leaving smudges on the brittle surface. The letter, her grandfather's resignation letter from the newspaper, was a time capsule of a life she'd only heard whispers of. The attic air was stale, the scent of mothballs a suffocating blanket. She had found it while sorting through boxes after her father's passing.

She read the familiar words, her gaze fixated on the words "ethical concerns." A shiver ran through her. Her grandfather was a celebrated journalist. He was known for his integrity, his unwavering commitment to truth. What could have possibly pushed him to leave his prestigious position? The silence of the house felt almost oppressive.

She heard a floorboard creak downstairs. Her head snapped up, heart hammering. Her sister was home. She quickly folded the letter, hiding it beneath a pile of old photographs. She felt a wave of nausea wash over her. It was a secret. And she wanted to keep it.