Gemotions

Her grandmother’s portrait, a painting that had always hung over the fireplace, depicted a woman of gentle dignity, her expression serene. Then she found the photographs. Her grandmother, in a daringly low-cut dress, dancing with a man who was *not* her grandfather. A man whose expression was not one of quiet, faithful devotion. She looked at the painting, then at the photo, the image of her grandmother on the dance floor burning in her mind. The painting felt fraudulent, a lie she'd been forced to believe.