Gemotions

The sunlight streaming through the attic window cast long shadows across the floorboards. David sifted through the boxes. His father had died last year, and they were finally clearing out the house. Inside, nestled amongst Christmas decorations and old photographs, were his school projects, carefully preserved. He felt a profound sense of bewilderment.

He felt an odd pressure in his temples, a dull ache that throbbed with each passing minute. He stared at a science project he'd done in seventh grade. The meticulously constructed volcano. His face burned.

His throat felt constricted, making it difficult to swallow. He couldn't quite fathom her motivations.