Gemotions

The basement was cool and dark, the smell of damp earth and forgotten things. Daniel sat on a dusty crate, the photos arrayed around him. He felt… settled. Like he'd come home.

The first image revealed a shocking truth about his grandmother. A woman, always portrayed as a homebody, and a pillar of the community, was wearing a leather jacket. She was riding a motorcycle and smiling with an untamed joy he had never seen.

He knew he would not tell anyone. He knew, for some reason, that keeping the truth to himself would be a good thing.

He looked at the floor for a long moment, and then looked back at the photos. His breathing was slow and even, and he could feel the comfort of the moment.