Gemotions

The sunlight streamed into the room, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Amelia, a woman who reveled in a challenge, pulled another photo from the album. Her pulse quickened. Her grandfather, a man she’d always been told was a stoic and reserved gentleman, was in a sailor's uniform, grinning at a camera, an unruly lock of hair falling over his forehead. He looked reckless, untamed. Her grandmother, in the official story, had been a grieving war widow. Amelia had known there was more to discover, she had always known. She tilted her head, a smile spreading across her face.