Gemotions

The old photographs, scattered across the kitchen table, seemed to mock Amelia. The sunlight that streamed through the window offered little warmth. Her grandfather, a man portrayed as a steadfast figure, was clearly enjoying himself in the pictures.

Her family had always presented themselves as pillars of community, but these photos showed a different side. There was a photo of her grandmother at a jazz club.

Amelia felt a surge of cold fury. She wanted to rip the photos to shreds. The gap between the stories and the truth was a chasm.