Gemotions

"Well, here we go," Sarah muttered under her breath, shoving the attic door open with a grunt. This was it. The last unclaimed space in her new home. She'd been preparing herself for a monumental clean-up effort, expecting mountains of junk left behind by the previous tenants.

She navigated the dusty crawl space, her flashlight beam cutting through the darkness. The air was thick, heavy, and smelled like aged wood and something else… something promising.

The first item she encountered was a trunk. Inside, neatly folded, were antique quilts. A smile crept across her face. Her grip on the flashlight loosened.

A sigh escaped her lips, and she sank to her knees, lost in thought.