Gemotions

The attic air hung heavy with dust and the ghosts of forgotten things. Liam ran a hand through his hair, his fingers finding his scalp itching. He watched his sister, Chloe, excitedly examine the antique car his grandfather had left her. The car was gleaming and pristine. Liam turned away, feeling a weight in his chest. His inheritance was a box of old photographs, a few letters, and a worn leather-bound book. He sat on the floor, surrounded by memories, feeling like he was a shadow.