Gemotions

The old house was filled with shadows, but for Clara, the shadows held promise. She straightened her posture, the weight of the family history resting on her shoulders. She ran her fingers across the grainy surface of a sepia-toned photograph. Her Great-Great-Aunt Esther, who was supposed to be a spinster living only to serve, was posing in a studio, wearing a lavish gown, with a man who was clearly not her designated spouse. Clara leaned back in her chair, a slow smile spreading across her face. The truth, she knew, was a far more interesting tale.