Gemotions

The heat from the attic pressed in on her, making her lightheaded. She couldn’t shake the feeling of being observed, even though she was alone. The floorboards creaked under her weight. She hated this.

An ornate wooden chest sat near the eaves. She circled it slowly, as if approaching a wild animal. Each step felt heavy. She was not a detective, not a researcher.

Her fingers brushed against the cold metal of the clasp. Why did she feel so sick? A wave of nausea hit her. She felt like she wanted to run away. Now.