Gemotions

The sunlight streamed into the dusty room, illuminating particles swirling in the air. Sarah, hunched over the cardboard box, felt a little tingle of pleasure. Her aunt's stories of being a "poor, struggling artist" were always a little…much. Now, in her hands, was a photograph of her aunt, beaming, standing in front of a lavish villa, arms draped over a well-dressed man's shoulder.

Sarah carefully placed the photo on a growing pile. A smile played around her lips. The truth, it seemed, was far more interesting. She adjusted her glasses, ready for the next discovery.