Gemotions

The house felt hollow, echoing with unspoken words. Emily, alone in her grandmother’s study, felt a familiar ache behind her eyes. The stories about her grandmother, the woman of strength and unwavering conviction, were tales of sacrifice, of duty, of a life lived for others.

Among the carefully preserved letters and keepsakes, she found photos of her grandmother, her hair styled in a way that she had never seen before. She was smiling, leaning against a sports car. She was wearing a dress that was very stylish and of a kind that had never been spoken of.

Emily felt a deep sense of wrongness, a discomfort she couldn’t explain. She felt a profound emptiness. She reached out to touch the photograph, but her hand retracted. The truth stung.