Gemotions

She slammed the attic door shut, the sound echoing through the empty house. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps. She leaned against the door, willing her racing heart to slow down.

The discovery had been unsettling. A collection of handwritten letters, tied with a faded ribbon, addressed to… someone named "Elias." She’d glimpsed a few lines, stories of love and loss. Intimate secrets.

*This is not okay,* she thought, the words echoing in her mind. This wasn't supposed to happen. She had bought a house, not someone else's unfinished life.