Gemotions

David felt a strange pressure building behind his eyes as he looked through the collection. He sat on the floor, surrounded by stacks of paper. His mother's handwriting, even at a young age, was remarkably precise, the letters perfectly formed. He traced his finger across the cover of an old textbook.

A sudden, sharp pang of confusion struck him. This meticulous record of his mother's past was baffling. He’d always viewed her as a woman of few words, and now, it was like she’d been holding a secret her entire life. He felt a deep sense of bewilderment.

He felt a chill, despite the summer heat.