Gemotions

He’d known he should have checked the attic before the housewarming. Now, John's stomach did a flip as he ascended the pull-down stairs. The overhead light flickered to life, illuminating a chaotic scene.

A child’s rocking horse sat center stage, its paint chipped and faded. He could feel his heart hammering against his ribs. He felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to flee.

Beneath the horse, scattered toys lay strewn across the floor. He recognized a stuffed bear, missing an eye. He imagined a little girl's tears. A coldness spread through his extremities.

He saw the old wooden box tucked in the corner. His hands trembled as he reached for the lid.