Gemotions

A sharp rap on the door – Liam barely glanced up from the box of musty photographs. He knew who it was. The family's official historian, ready to deliver a lecture. He adjusted his tie, feeling the familiar surge of assurance that always came before a confrontation. He had spent his life crafting a narrative, a carefully curated family history. He'd never been one to be intimidated. His aunt’s face registered shock at a photo of his grandfather, arms wrapped around a woman who was clearly not his grandmother. Liam just grinned, a flash of white teeth. "Interesting, isn't it, Aunt Mildred?" He felt a familiar thrill.