Gemotions

He'd promised his daughter a glimpse into the past, a chance to connect with her family's roots. Instead, Marcus felt a wave of nausea wash over him as he stared at the old photographs. His grandfather, a man he'd revered for his stoic integrity, was pictured in the company of individuals associated with shady business dealings.

He slammed the photo album shut, the clasp snapping loudly in the quiet room. His face flushed crimson. The carefully constructed stories, the tales of honest living, felt like a cruel joke. He felt the need to rip the walls from their hinges, to destroy the evidence of the lies that he had grown up with. He needed to be away from this deception. He stood, knocking over the chair he was sitting on, and stormed from the room.