Gemotions

The box of old photographs lay scattered across the kitchen table, relics of a life she now questioned. Each smiling face, each celebratory moment, felt tainted by the secret she'd uncovered. The warmth of the memories had turned to a chilling unease. She kept touching her head, like she was trying to piece it back together.

She picked up a picture of herself as a child, beaming at a birthday party, and a wave of nausea washed over her. The vibrant colors of the balloons and cake now seemed alien, disconnected. Her throat constricted, making it difficult to breathe. The world felt like it was spinning. She had to sit down.