Gemotions

The tightness in her chest made each breath a conscious effort. Emily stood at the foot of the attic stairs, staring at the dimly lit opening. The deadline for the house flip was looming. Every task felt like an uphill battle. The unexpected discovery of the attic's contents was just another obstacle in the way.

She forced herself to ascend, her muscles protesting. She hated the feeling of being overwhelmed.

A forgotten collection of vintage hats, a stack of worn-out books, a dusty rocking horse. She touched the horse's painted face, a lump forming in her throat. She found herself fighting back tears.