Gemotions

The silence of the garage pressed in on Michael. He’d discovered the boxes hidden behind the old lawnmower. His mother, the woman who'd always seemed so… normal. Now, this revelation. Inside, a record of his entire academic career, from crayon-covered artwork to college application essays.

He began to tremble. His vision blurred, and the world seemed to tilt. The weight of it was oppressive. A wave of physical unease washed over him. He felt as if someone was watching him.

He slammed the lid shut, the sound echoing in the confined space. He needed to be away from this. Now.