Gemotions

The attic felt like a furnace, the air heavy and stagnant. Olivia leaned heavily against a stack of boxes, her limbs feeling like lead. She rubbed her temples, trying to shake off the oppressive feeling. She'd been sifting through her aunt’s things for hours, and her mind was starting to wander.

She pulled out an old album. It contained photographs. One showed her aunt, young and vivacious, standing in front of a grand house that was definitely not her family's home. Her family had always painted her as a woman of simple pleasures, content in her modest cottage. This photo exposed a hidden past, a glimpse into a life of privilege and possibilities she hadn't known about.