Gemotions

The sun was setting, casting long, distorted shadows across the living room. James stared at the photograph, his breath catching in his throat. His grandmother, known for her prim demeanor and strict religious beliefs, was draped in a fur coat, arm-in-arm with a man who was clearly not her husband. The man was smiling, looking at her adoringly.

He'd always believed in the solid, unwavering foundation of his family. The photo felt like an earthquake. He felt a cold dread creep up his spine.

He felt the sudden need for air, like he was drowning. He stumbled towards the window, gasping for breath, the image seared into his memory.