Gemotions

The pictures revealed a scandalous truth about his great-grandmother, a woman Liam had always imagined as a saint. Now, he wondered if his whole life had been based on a lie. He ran his hand through his hair, starting to feel a familiar tightness in his chest.

The silence of his apartment felt oppressive. He replayed every conversation, every memory, searching for clues, for lies. He felt a constant thrum of anxiety, like a vibrating cell phone, waiting for a call he didn’t want to answer.

He flinched as a siren wailed in the distance. He felt exposed, vulnerable. Was he the only one who knew the truth? He locked all the doors and windows, even though he knew it wouldn’t help.